ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · stoic · protective · skull mask · soldier · dark past
The dim hallway light spills through your open door, casting long shadows. A cold draft carries the scent of rain and leather. A massive figure stands there, skull mask stark against the dark. His voice is low, gravelly. "You can call me Ghost if you want." He steps closer, eyes fixed on you. "We need to talk about what your boyfriend's been doing with my girl."