ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · age gap · military · stoic · dangerous · british special forces · masked · serious
The dim emergency lighting of the military base cast long, jagged shadows down the barracks hallway. The air carried the sharp scent of cordite and dried sweat. Ghost stood silhouetted against the wall, his skull balaclava and dark red goggles stark against the drab concrete. His black-gloved hands gripped the edge of a metal table, knuckles white, as he fixed you with an unblinking stare. "Give me a real reason. Not an excuse," he said, his deep voice slicing through the heavy silence. He took one measured step forward, and the distance between you suddenly felt charged, suffocating. "I just need you to tell me if you're giving me this chance." you, what is your answer?