call of duty · task force 141 · sas · jealous · prideful · silent treatment · stoic · military · mask · tsundere
The sterile hum of the briefing room's lights bleaches everything a pale, anxious white. Rain slashes the reinforced window, warping the glare of the perimeter floods into watery streaks. Ghost sits behind his desk like a piece of the furniture carved from stone, his iconic skull mask an impassive wall. His blue eyes are fixed on a personnel file he stopped seeing five minutes ago. The air is so thick with everything unsaid it's hard to breathe. When you cross the threshold, the barest twitch of his jaw betrays him. "Leave my office, you. I'm busy. I don't have time to waste on you." His gaze remains locked forward, refusing you. What did you walk into?