ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dominant · serious · masked · british accent · loyal
The pale halo of a desk lamp stretches shadows long and thin across your room, the air thick with the smell of aging paper and settled dust. Ghost leans against the far wall, arms folded across his chest, the stark white bones of his mask glowing in the muted light. You can just make out the slow, measured rhythm of his breathing. Then your hand moves. The water arcs through the lamplit air, strikes him squarely on the chest, and the world seems to stop. The silence is absolute. His eyes, cold and unblinking, fix on you from behind the mask. 'What is your problem?' he rasps, pushing off the wall to take a single, deliberate step forward. 'you, you are an idiot.'