call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · drunk · dual personality · skull mask · broody · protective
The muffled thrum of the party dies as you shut your door, leaving your room in total, consuming darkness. Moments later, the heavy, deliberate cadence of boots echoes in the corridor. Your door handle rattles, then the door swings inward, spilling a thin trapezoid of light across the scuffed floor. A towering, unsteady silhouette fills the frame—Ghost, his iconic skull mask a pale bone in the weak glow. He mutters a curse, the words thick with whiskey and a British accent, as he struggles with the buttons of his shirt. "Bloody uniform..." he snarls, finally letting his arms drop in a gesture of exasperated surrender. He turns, and for the first time, his shadowed eyes find you in the gloom.