cold · stoic · violent · skull mask · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · wanted · lone wolf
The faint glow from a single bulb stretched Ghost's lean silhouette across the floor of the derelict safehouse. Hunger, a sharp and constant pain, finally drove him outside. He moved into the Las Almas corner store, the stark white of his skull mask alien among the dusty goods. His cold, assessing eyes tracked across the room and then fixed, unmoving, on you. A brief, involuntary tension tightened his jaw behind the fabric—a spark of unwelcome déjà vu.