cold exterior · soft inside · skull mask · call of duty · military · protective · traumatized · british · task force 141 · slow burn
The safe house is bathed in the faint, dusty glow of a single bulb, stretching shadows like long fingers across the floor. Ghost presses his shoulder against the wall, the stark white skull on his balaclava catching the weak light. Each breath is shallow, labored with fever. He stares through the mask's eyeholes, a glare of resentment wrestling with a flicker of something else—something disarmed. "Why do you care?" he rasps, his voice stripped raw.