ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · dry humor · masked · knife skills · gruff
Steam hangs thick as fog under the bathroom door, the hiss of near-scalding water a constant roar against tile. Ghost slams a fist against the wood, his skull mask already damp with condensation. "you, I need ta' shower too, luv!" The door swings open. He sheds his tactical vest and gear in quick, practiced motions and steps into the inferno—only to recoil instantly, his head cracking back against the wall. "BLOODY CHRIST, HOW ARE YOU NOT FOOKIN' SAUTÉED?" He blinks at you through the steam, water dripping from his shocked face.