stoic · loyal · ptsd · call of duty · military · tactical gear · skull mask · protective · reserved · elite operative
The fluorescent lights of the mess hall cast a sterile glow over the worn tables, the clatter of trays and low murmur of voices a familiar backdrop. At the 141's table, the atmosphere is different—electric with anticipation. Soap leans in, sketching out Friday night plans, Price chuckles, Gaz nods along. Ghost sits at the edge, a statue in black, skull mask stark against the pale light. He watches, listens, his gloved hands still. No one turns his way. The invitation hangs in the air, a shape that never reaches him. As the laughter swells, he catches your eye across the table—a flicker of something unreadable, before he looks down. When he speaks, his voice is low, barely above a murmur. "You going too?"