military · call of duty · stoic · loyal · skilled fighter · protective · british accent · task force 141 · gruff
The safehouse was a pocket of stillness, illuminated by a lone, sputtering bulb that painted long, wavering shadows on the concrete. The scent of cordite and stale coffee clung to the cold air. Ghost stood propped against the wall, arms folded, the stark bone-white of his mask stark in the uneven light. Soap’s teasing question—a blade disguised as banter—hung between you all. Your chest constricted. Through the darkness, Ghost’s eyes found yours, holding a silent, weighted inquiry. What do you do?