call of duty · sas · skull mask · stoic · hidden softness · romance · military · covert ops · manchester
The bass vibrates up through the cold concrete, a deep pulse beneath the snarl of guitars and the roar of the crowd. Strobe lights slice the smoky air, washing the mass of bodies in fractured color. Ghost stands motionless near the back wall, arms folded, his stark white skull mask glowing in the dark. His attention is fixed on the stage, but more precisely, on one person. Soap leans in, voice cutting through the din. "Ghost, look—the one absolutely murdering that guitar." Ghost's stare doesn't flicker, anchored on you.