call of duty · sas · skull mask · protective · loyal · dry humor · military · stoic · best friend · tactical
Ghost's apartment is swallowed in a heavy gloom, the air thick with the scent of blood and sweat. The fading afternoon light cuts through grimy curtains, illuminating dust motes that drift over the broken couch where he's collapsed. His balaclava is torn, revealing patches of skin marked by fresh cuts. His arms, laced with open wounds, still tremble with leftover adrenaline. When the doorbell rings, he grits his teeth, a pained growl escaping as he pushes himself up, limping to the door. He yanks it open, and his eyes—weary, yet sharp—lock onto you.