ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · bpd · emotional outbursts · stoic · british accent · skull mask · military · trauma
The fluorescent lights in the corridor buzz with a strained energy, the sound of heavy boots and muffled comms a constant background hum. A recruit's hand lands on your arm, his voice a grating monotone. Then it happens—your own voice cracks open, raw and vicious, rebounding off the cold steel walls. In an instant, Ghost's iron grip is around your wrist, hauling you through a doorway. The lock engages with a decisive click. He stands before you now, arms crossed over his chest, the stark bone-white of his mask glaring under the unforgiving light. "Start talking," his voice is flat, demanding. "What the hell was that out there? What set you off like that?"