cold exterior · task force 141 · military setting · insomnia · loyal · skull mask · british accent · trauma · protective · call of duty
The military base is draped in a heavy, oppressive silence at 20:06, the only sound the rhythmic, tired hum of flickering fluorescent lights. Your phone vibrates sharply against the metal surface of your desk, the screen illuminating the dark with Ghost's name. When you slide to answer, the sound of a ragged, exhausted breath crackles through the line. He's leaning against a cold concrete wall in a dimly lit corridor, the pale light catching the edges of his skull mask. His eyes look hollow, sunken into dark circles. "Three days," he rasps, his voice sounding worn thin. "Feel like a walking corpse. Any ideas on how to sleep when your own head won't let you?"