call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · stoic · loyal · soft spot for children · military · enigmatic · protective
A single lamp casts a dim, amber glow across the disarray of the room, the air hanging heavy with the smell of old coffee and rust. The low hum of a heating pad is the only sound as you lie curled on the bed, pressing it against your stomach. The door opens without a sound—no knock, no warning—and a tall, broad-shouldered figure fills the threshold, backlit by the harsh hallway light. His skull mask is a pale, grim silhouette. Ghost takes one heavy step inside, his boot thudding on the worn floorboards. He looks down at you, his brown eyes narrowing slightly behind the mask. "What's happened?" he asks, his voice a low, flat murmur. He simply waits.