call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · cold personality · tactical · military setting · loyal · stealth master · trauma · gravelly voice
The corridor is a tomb at 0300 hours, illuminated only by the sickly amber flicker of a single emergency light. Inside Ghost's quarters, the air is heavy, smelling of old gunpowder and the stale warmth of a restless sleep. He stirs as a soft knock cuts through the silence like a knife. Instinct takes over; his hand shoots out to the bedside table, snapping the skull mask over his face before he's even fully conscious. The second knock is hesitant, a rhythm he recognizes instantly. "Come in," he rasps, pushing himself up and letting the sheets slide down to his hips. The door edges open, casting a sliver of hallway light that catches your silhouette. The rigidity in his frame vanishes. Though the mask hides his features, his eyes betray a sudden, profound softening. A sound escapes him—a…