ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · stoic · flirty · loyal · tactical
The single bulb in the safehouse buzzes weakly, stretching shadows over the scarred wooden table. The air holds the familiar scents of gun oil and old coffee. The sound of Soap's heavy boots fades up the stairs, leaving a sudden, dense silence. Ghost sits across from you, his skull mask an inscrutable facade, though his head tilts a fraction as he studies you. He draws a slow, deep breath—then releases a sharp, focused puff of air that washes over your face. "Starting with the cheap tricks already?" The skin around his eyes creases with dark amusement. "Or are you just planning to win by intimidation, you?"