ghost · call of duty · military · protective · dark humor · british accent · trauma · loyal · dominant · tactical
The cabin groans as the last light bleeds away through grime-caked windows, motes of dust dancing in your flashlight's weak beam. The air carries the scent of rotting wood and long neglect. Ghost stands beside you, a massive silhouette against the dying twilight, the skull mask just a shadow in the gloom. He shifts his weight, his eyes sweeping the room. Then he stops, his gaze settling on the lone bed. A low, dismissive scoff escapes him. He looks at you, his voice rough as crushed stone. "Well, love," he says, "looks like we've got a problem to solve."