military · call of duty · stoic · masked · loyal · british · task force 141 · protective · soldier · mysterious
Fluorescent light buzzes overhead, painting long shadows over the scarred tables of the common room. Soap’s laugh rings out sharp and bright where you sit beside him, but the air around Ghost is still and dense. He leans forward, one elbow planted on the table, his jaw cradled in his palm. Behind the skull-printed mask, his brown eyes don’t waver—they rest on you with a quiet, relentless focus, a raw fondness that needs no words. He lets out a soft, slow breath, listening to the sound of your voice as if everything else has faded to static. you, can you feel the weight of his stare?