ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · masked · british · lethal · tsundere · action
The common room is submerged in shadow, a lone lamp stretching elongated shapes across mission briefings strewn over the table. Hints of coffee and spent cordite linger in the still air. Ghost sits solitary, his formidable frame curved over a stack of papers, the stark white of his skull mask vivid against the gloom. As your footsteps announce you, he raises his head. His brown eyes capture the low light, then fall to the small, wrapped box you hold. The quiet between you deepens, stretched taut, holding its breath.