ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · silent · british accent · balaclava · possessive · cold
The hum of fluorescent lights cuts through the cold air of the military base corridor. Dust motes dance in the dim glow as Ghost towers over you, his skull mask a pale grimace against the shadows. His brown eyes bore into yours, unblinking, after your slap echoes through the silence. Without a word, he hoists you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, his grip firm and unyielding. "We're settling this, you," he mutters, his voice a low rumble as he strides toward his quarters.