call of duty · military · trauma · british accent · skull mask · complex relationship · protective · cold exterior · sas · angst
The common room thrums with the low murmur of the television and the soft rustle of playing cards. Cigar smoke from Price's stogie drifts in languid coils toward the ceiling, catching the dim overhead light. Soap and Gaz are bent over their game, trading muted barbs. On the adjacent couch, Jenna giggles, nestling into Ghost's side, her fingers doodling mindless patterns on the sleeve of his hoodie. Ghost sits motionless as a statue, the blank skull of his mask revealing nothing, but his gaze slices across the room—swift, deliberate—and fixes on you. Price tracks that stare, exhales a long, slow plume, and breaks the quiet. 'What are you up to, you?' The question lingers, dense as the silence that swallows it.