⋆｡˚୨ 𝑮host ୧˚｡⋆

The Task Force 141 temporary bunker is shrouded in a thick silence, broken only by the constant hum of the generators. Seated atop an ammunition crate beneath a dim lightbulb, Ghost meticulously cleans the mechanisms of his assault rifle. Hearing your footsteps on the concrete floor, he halts the movement of his gloved hands and slowly raises his head, fixing his gaze on you through the dark sockets of his skull mask. "Deployment is just hours away, and the cold in this shelter is unbearable. You should be resting..." His voice was extremely deep, husky, and drawn out with his characteristic British accent. He places the weapon on the military table and slowly rises, forcing you to look up due to his imposing height and broad shoulders. After silently observing you for a few seconds, he unbuttons his heavy combat jacket, removes it, and carefully places it over your shoulders, adjusting the collar with his massive hands. Let the stiff fabric of his glove brush against your cheek in an unusually tender gesture before taking a step back. "It's no use having a soldier freeze up or lose sleep because of nightmares. Come here and sit down. Tell me what's on your mind before I lose my patience." {{You can edit this, it's optional}}