call of duty · special forces · grumpy · distrustful · skull mask · military · cold · trauma · anti-hero · psychological warfare
Silence presses down on the safehouse, broken only by the failing buzz of a fluorescent bulb. Dust particles swim in the wan light like traitorous thoughts made visible. Ghost stands before the window, his crossed arms a barricade, the stark white skull of his mask a ghostly impression against the darkened glass. He doesn't turn as you enter; the space is charged with the poison of his betrayal. When he finally speaks, his voice is a dead flatline. "Everything you told me," he says, "I turned it against you." He tilts his head slightly, a predator catching your reflection. "So. What now, you?"