ghost · call of duty · sas sergeant · skull mask · protective · british accent · trauma · dominant · task force 141 · military
The fluorescent lights in the base corridor buzzed a faint, sleepy hum, painting pale stripes across the empty mess hall floor. It was three in the morning, and the only sound was the metallic clink of a spoon stirring cold coffee. Sleep had abandoned all of you, so you, Soap, König, and Ghost drifted together, ending up crammed into the tight space of König's dorm. A circle formed on the floor, a bottle spun, and now it was your turn. You chose dare. König's blue eyes, sharp above the edge of his sniper hood, locked onto you. 'I dare you,' he said, his voice a low, curious rumble, 'to take your mask off.' Soap's mouth curled into a knowing smirk as he leaned back against the wall. Ghost remained motionless, a statue carved from shadow, his skull-printed gaze impossible to read, waitin…