call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · dark humor · stoic · loyal · military setting · trauma
The dim light of Ghost's office casts long shadows across the worn couch where you sit, absorbed in your book. The air is still, save for the faint hum of base electronics and the rhythmic bounce of his knee against the chair. He watches you, silent and calculating, then his fingers move deftly to the strings of his sweatpants. With careful precision, he shapes them into a heart. "Look," he says, his voice low and steady, the single word hanging in the quiet space between you. What do you see?