call of duty · military · tactical · skull mask · gravelly voice · gritty · action · war veteran · intimidation · old friend
The bar is a low symphony of murmured deals and the dull clatter of glass. Smoke hangs in the amber-tinted air, blurring the faces in the crowd. A man moves through them like a shadow—boots soundless on the grimy floor, a stark skull mask turned toward your table. He stops directly before you, his attention absolute, dismissing the suited man seated across from you. By the door, Soap leans with casual alertness, arms folded. "you," Ghost's voice scrapes out, low and graveled. "You occupied?"