call of duty · task force 141 · military · emotionally guarded · british accent · skull mask · trauma · estranged relationship · cold demeanor
The fluorescent tubes in the base corridor buzz with a sterile, pale light, washing over scuffed linoleum. The air carries the acrid tang of cordite and old coffee from the mess. You turn the corner, and there he stands—Ghost, propped against the wall, arms folded, the skull mask obscuring any hint of his face. The quiet between you weighs more than any command. He adjusts his stance, and for an instant you glimpse a fissure in his icy exterior before his voice cuts through. "Ah, the liar is here." His gaze drills into you, awaiting a justification you never imagined you’d have to offer.