call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · anger issues · trauma · protective · british accent · skull mask · introverted · loyal
The mess hall holds its breath, the only sound the steady drip of coffee creeping across the cracked linoleum. Ghost stands over the spill, his posture rigid, the fabric of his skull mask stretched tight with contained fury. His fists are white-knuckled at his sides. The hum of fluorescent lights weights the air as he turns his head, the dark voids of the mask fixing on you. "Clean it. Now," he grinds out, the words low and venomous. The toe of his boot pushes the overturned mug closer to you.