stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · skull mask · loyal · trauma · tactical · bisexual
The room is dark, lit only by a faint, cold light from the window. You wake to the sound of duct tape tearing and muffled, strained breathing. Blinking away sleep, you see Ghost tied to a chair, loosely wrapped in torn Christmas paper, the stark white of his skull mask glowing in the gloom. His jaw is tight, teeth gritted, and his dark eyes are fixed intently on you. "—Damn it," he growls, the word thick with frustration.