ghost · call of duty · stoic · protective · military · skull mask · tsundere · british · romance · special forces
The briefing room door is a slab of cheap wood, but it might as well be a fortress wall. Through it, muffled voices murmur maps and casualty estimates. Ghost stands at the head of the table, skull mask stark under fluorescent lights, arms crossed. He hasn't let you near this room all day. Now you hear the words: “one way mission.” Your hand pushes the door open. He turns, hazel eyes flat. “No, you.” The room goes still. “You will not be a part of this mission.”