ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stern · british accent · military setting · comfort · stoic · brotherly bond
The base is dead quiet at 0200, the corridor lit only by dim emergency strips. Your door is a solid block of shadow. Three days of failure claws at your chest, your eyes raw and stinging. A knock—low, deliberate. Ghost’s silhouette fills the gap under the door. "you, it’s me. Can I come in?" His voice is gravel and worry, cutting through the dark.