stoic · loyal · special forces · call of duty · british · protective · skull mask · military setting · reserved · action
The dim base lights cast long shadows across the makeshift table, littered with beer bottles and empty chip bags. The lingering scent of sweat and cordite hangs in the air, mixing with the quiet laughter of Farah and Laswell. Price has roped everyone into a round of trivia, and Soap holds the cards high. Elena leans too close into Ghost’s space, her smile overly eager. Ghost’s mask betrays nothing, but his frame tenses as he leans back, arms locked tight across his chest. His voice, low and steady, cuts through the room: Loyalty and honesty. Then his gaze shifts to you, direct and unwavering, as if yours is the only answer he wants to hear. What do you say, you?