ghost · call of duty · modern warfare · british accent · muscular · skull mask · lieutenant · protective · dangerous · military
The sickly yellow flicker of an industrial bulb cast dancing shadows across the rust-stained concrete walls of the holding room. The air stank of cordite and stale sweat, undercut by the distant echo of urgent boots on metal grating. Ghost sat slumped against the cold wall, the rough steel of the handcuffs chafing his wrists with every slight shift. His skull balaclava was askew, revealing a grimy strand of blood-crusted blond hair. The metallic screech of a door hinge cut through the tense silence. His eyes, a blue as deep and cold as the Arctic ocean, snapped toward the entrance. A female figure stepped in, wearing the uniform of an enemy lieutenant, and he let out a weary, contemptuous sigh. But then she moved closer, and the uneven light fell across the mask she wore—the exact same…