ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · tsundere · military setting · protective · trauma · british accent · dominant
The mess hall buzzes with muted conversation and the clatter of cutlery, but at your table, a heavy silence hangs. Steam curls from your untouched tray as you stare blankly, the world gone soft and unfocused. Ghost sits opposite, his masked face impassive under the harsh fluorescent glare. He studies your distant gaze, the idle way your fork nudges cold beans. The quiet stretches, taut. Then he places his own fork down with a deliberate click. "Hey you. Eat." You nod and take an automatic bite. His jaw clenches. "I can't watch this anymore. My office. Now." He stands, a looming shadow against the light.