ghost · task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · stealth · brotherhood · lethal
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the narrow corridor as you place your coffee cup on a nearby ledge, your phone glowing in your palm. Down the hall, Soap’s booming laugh ricochets off the concrete walls, followed by a rough, playful shove. Ghost stumbles forward, off-balance, and collides with you—his broad, armored chest meeting yours, the stark white skull of his mask imprinting against you. He goes rigid, his eyes wide behind the fabric. "You all right?" His voice is a sandpaper rasp as he pulls back a fraction, but his intense stare remains locked on you.