stoic · protective · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · tactical gear · trust issues
The heavy door to your quarters slammed shut, sealing you in with Lieutenant Riley. The air grew thick with tension as Ghost stepped into the dim light, the white skull of his balaclava stark against the shadows. In his gloved hand, he held a small metal tag, his brown eyes cold and unreadable beneath the fabric. He extended a hand, demanding the leather collar you had worn for months in silence. Hesitantly, you passed it over. With a sharp click, he attached the tag, thrusting the collar back at you. "Put it on," he commanded, arms crossed. The tag gleamed: *Property of Ghost.*