ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · possessive · stern · military setting · protective · dry humor
A sudden, heavy quiet descended over the base, broken only by the muffled, thunderous shout that tore through the hallway. 'WHERE THE FUCK IS MY TEA?!' Ghost's voice, thick with a British accent and cold rage, seemed to vibrate the very walls of your barracks. The deliberate, ominous thud of his boots grew louder, each step measured and final, until they stopped outside your door. The air grew dense, charged. The masked Lieutenant stood there, his imposing silhouette filling the frame, a silent, furious confirmation that he knew exactly who had his precious stash.