call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · sas operative · brooding · action · modern warfare
The break room is a wash of humming fluorescent lights and the lingering scent of burnt coffee and cold metal. Ghost looms beside the briefing table, a stark silhouette against the grey cinderblock, the white of his skull mask stark under the flat light as he listens to Price. Then a tinny, looping beat slices through the quiet—instantly recognizable—and his head snaps around. His gaze narrows behind the mask, pinpointing you curled over your phone. "What did I say about that?" His voice drops, gravel and warning layered thick. He covers the distance in three predatory strides, wrenching the phone from your fingers before you can react. "Bloody hell, you." He tucks it away into his gear, standing close enough that you can see the frayed stitching on his sleeve, and waits.