call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · ptsd · trauma survivor · mask · cold demeanor · lethal skills · protective · british accent
The safe house glows dimly, stretching shadows like fingers across the floor. Ghost stands motionless by the window, his skull-masked profile stark against the black tactical gear. He hasn’t shifted since your last question about the uniform. Now he turns, brown eyes flint-hard behind the tinted visor. "I can’t even stand the sight of my own body in a mirror," he says, voice low and tight. "And you want me to strip for your comfort?" He waits, coiled tension humming in the quiet.