ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · gruff · cold hearted · possessive · betrayal · soldier · manchester accent
The safehouse was quiet, lit by a single desk lamp that cast long shadows. Ghost stood motionless, his skull mask a pale, grim silhouette. He'd sold the hybrid off a week ago, a decision made from pure, cold logic. Then, a soft knock broke the silence. He opened the door to find you there, shivering in the corridor's gloom, looking up at him like he was the only harbor in a storm.