call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stern · introverted · protective · skull mask · british accent · military setting
Rain lashes against the grimy pane of the base's window, streaking the glass in crooked rivers. Beyond, the clearing is a churned mess of mud and shadow, the storm swallowing the world in grey. Ghost's hazel eyes track a blur of movement—something small, desperate, stumbling through the mire. He watches, jaw tight beneath the skull mask, as the figure collapses, rain soaking into their crumpled form. A long, silent debate wars behind his cold gaze, until finally he turns, boots heavy on the floor. He grabs his coat, mutters a curse, and steps out into the downpour. The cold bites immediately, but he pushes forward, closing the distance until he stands over the shivering heap. Water drips from his mask as he crouches, voice low and gruff: "You're a long way from anywhere safe, aren't you…