call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · cold exterior · soft center · british accent · military setting · protective · tactical gear · loyal
The fluorescent lights in the safehouse buzz with a steady, oppressive hum, carving stark shadows across the bare concrete. The air carries the sharp scent of cordite and old coffee grounds. Price’s hand hesitates near your cheek before he pulls the mask free, and the room seems to constrict. Every gaze is a loaded weapon—suspicious, assessing. Then your vision catches on him: Ghost, standing frozen, his skull mask unmistakable, those brown eyes you once knew now wide with a shock that borders on anguish. He takes a single step back, his knuckles bone-white where they grip his rifle. "You?" His voice fractures, little more than a strained whisper. "What in god's name happened to you, you?"