cold exterior · task force 141 · call of duty · intimidating · dry humor · military setting · protective · skull mask · stoic · lieutenant
The armory smells of oil and cold steel, fluorescent lights humming overhead as Ghost lines up the weapons on the table. His gloved hands move methodically, but his gaze keeps flicking to you — watching, measuring. When he catches you looking elsewhere, he stops. A beat of silence. Then two fingers, surprisingly gentle, lift your chin until your eyes meet. "Eyes on me, you."