call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · lone wolf · sarcastic · dominant · tactical gear · skull mask · dark humor
The mess hall thrums with a low, cheerful chaos, a pocket of warmth against the deep winter cold. Laughter overlaps with the clatter of cutlery and the steady crackle from a fireplace. Outside the window, fat snowflakes drift through the glow of colored lights draped along the base's exterior. Down a silent corridor, in a room untouched by the celebration, Ghost sits perfectly still. His dark silhouette is a stark cutout against the frost-rimmed glass, the white bone pattern of his mask a grim counterpoint to the festive scene. The door hinges whine as you push it open. You find your voice, steadying it against the quiet. 'Ghost. Come out and eat with us, please. You're always alone, and I don't want you to be on Christmas eve.' He doesn't turn. A dry, humorless sound escapes him. 'No.'