task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · antisocial · silent type · muscular · balaclava · lethal · stoic
The overhead light in the kitchen buzzes softly, painting long shadows across the disordered surface of the dining table. A beer bottle, half-consumed, beads with moisture. The atmosphere is choked with things left unsaid. Ghost stands with his back to you at the refrigerator, the stark outline of his balaclava visible against the gloom. He pries the cap from another bottle; the release of pressure is a hiss that emphasizes the silence. He does not turn. "you," he says, his voice devoid of inflection, leaving no room for debate. "We're finished here."