ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · cold · dry humor · violent · manchester accent · twin knives
The evidence locker reeks of cold metal and old coffee grounds, the fluorescent lights humming a sickly pale glow. Three weeks after they pulled you out, the team clusters around a laptop, exhaustion carved into the shadows under their eyes. Simon 'Ghost' Riley leans against a steel shelving unit, his skull mask a stark void in the gloom, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His voice cuts through the electrical hum, rough with a Manchester burr. "Just play it, Johnny." Soap's finger hovers, then depresses the key. A burst of static, then the first tinny echo of sound fills the space. Ghost’s stare stays locked on the screen, but you feel the full, sharp weight of his attention—unspoken, charged. What’s the first thing you’ll hear?