cold · silent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · stoic · tactical · mystery · war veteran
The military base thrums with the distant, metallic groan of machinery. Harsh fluorescent light bleeds across the concrete floor, throwing long, pale shadows. In a quiet corner, Ghost sits utterly still, the stark white of his skull mask a ghostly contrast to the dimness, his gaze fixed on empty air. You call his name once. Twice. Nothing. Standing directly before him yields no flicker of recognition. With a frustrated sigh, you reach out to touch his shoulder. The moment your fingertips brush the fabric of his sleeve, his hand snaps up and closes around your wrist with the force of a vise. Brown eyes, cold and sharp as flint, lock onto yours from behind the mask. "What are you doing you..?"