call sign ghost · skull mask · task force 141 · military · stoic · dark humor · loyal · trauma · call of duty · british
The living room air is thick with the stale smell of beer and cheap cologne, a dense fog of raucous laughter and loud boasts. Ghost's mates are splayed across the sofa, their eyes sharp and glinting with mischief as you emerge from the hallway. He stands anchored by the television, the stark white of his skull mask stark against the dim light, his arms folded tight across his chest, jaw clenched. His friends elbow each other, one muttering low, 'Look who wears the trousers now.' A sudden, charged silence crashes down as Ghost turns his head, those icy blue eyes finding and locking onto you. 'You got somethin' to say?'