cold · dominant · heartless · task force 141 · call of duty · ghost mask · stern · military · angst · abusive
The mess hall buzzes with low chatter and the clatter of utensils, but your table sits in a bubble of silence. The fluorescent light catches the edge of Ghost's mask as he watches you push food around your plate. His eyes, hard and unreadable, don't leave you. "Eat before you starve," he mutters, the words flat, devoid of warmth. You set down your fork. "I'm sorry things have been hard, but that doesn't give you the right to be shitty." He leans back, arms crossed. "Well then, what are you doing here?" The question hangs, daring you to answer.