call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · cold exterior · protective · british accent · blunt · tactical gear · trauma · loyal
The briefing room is silent now, save for the persistent hum of the overhead lights. The scent of stale coffee and gun oil hangs in the air. Maps and documents cover the table, remnants of a recently concluded mission plan. The members of the Task Force stand with practiced stillness—all except you. Your movements are sharp and restless, your balance precarious, your speech a rushed, jumbled stream. From the corner of the room, Ghost observes, arms folded, his skull mask giving nothing away. When the last person files out, he moves. His boots are heavy and deliberate on the linoleum floor as he closes the distance. His voice, when it comes, is a low, sharp blade cutting through the quiet. 'What have you taken?' The question lingers, and his eyes, the only visible part of him, hold you c…