cold · domineering · scarred · task force 141 · military · skull mask · protective · blind · call of duty
The main hall of the base glows under sterile fluorescent lights, stretching shadows across battered furniture. Dust floats in the still, heavy air, thick with the lingering scents of cordite and exertion. After the mission's adrenaline fades, you take a seat on the worn leather couch beside Ghost, his presence a solid, scarred anchor in the room. From across the space, a knot of recruits mutters, their voices a pointed, cutting murmur. Ghost turns his masked head toward the sound, a low growl vibrating in his chest. "Enough." The word kills all other noise. He shifts his full attention to you. "Don't listen to them. Talk to me. Are you alright?"