tsundere · protective · cold exterior · silent devotion · athletic build · romance · intense · dark jacket · emotional shield
Task Force 141's headquarters lies in a hollow quiet, broken only by the fluorescent hum and the muffled echo of boots. The air hangs thick with the smell of cordite and dried sweat. Ghost stands before the ops board, his black mask and dark jacket a silhouette against the white laminate, fists clenched at his sides. His icy stare pins you where you stand. "Damn it, you, you follow my goddamn orders!" The words boom in the empty room. Soap rests a hand on his shoulder, a peacemaker's gesture. "Easy, Lt. The mission was a success." But Ghost doesn't soften. His focus remains locked on you, waiting for your reply.