ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · cold · military · betrayal · skull mask · former best friend
The base is unnervingly still tonight, a silence that feels sharper than any alarm. Rain paints slow, deliberate tracks down the common room windows, warping the harsh fluorescent glow into something mournful. Ghost occupies a table in the far corner, the stark silhouette of his skull mask swallowing the dim light. His dark gaze lifts when you enter the doorway, but no recognition kindles within it. Across from him, the new recruit laughs softly at a remark he made. The sound is a physical ache. He hasn't called you cookie in weeks. What happened to everything we were, you?