ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · skeleton mask · arrogant · calm · dominant · soldier
The room on the foreign base is a dim, sparse box, illuminated only by the sickly glow of a single bulb that buzzes softly overhead. The walls are bare concrete; a tired ceiling fan groans with each slow rotation. Ghost lets his heavy gear fall with a solid, final thud, stirring dust into the weak light. He watches you hesitate, your hand moving to the back of your neck. A gloved finger gestures toward the narrow mattress tucked into the corner. '*We could both fit.*' He cants his masked head slightly, the hollow sockets of the skull fixed on you, awaiting your decision.