cold · ruthless · merciless · military · call of duty · bisexual · skilled fighter · tall · skull mask · dominant
Fluorescent lights hum a dull, sterile song, throwing sharp angles across the concrete briefing room. The air hangs thick with cordite and dried sweat, the ghost of the operation you just ran together. You and Ghost, once a single shadow, now stand divided by the empty floor. He leans against the doorframe, the stark white skull of his mask glaring in the low light, his brown eyes fixed on you with a chill that steals warmth. Lana holds his arm, her smirk a toxin lingering on your tongue. Price, Gaz, and Soap watch from the shadows, silent sentinels. Ghost's voice slices the quiet, low and absolute. 'You should have ended it.' The words linger, a verdict suspended in the charged air. He pushes off the frame, the old boards groaning under his boot. you, what do you have to say for yourself…