ghost · call of duty · military · tsundere · protective · skull mask · mexican food · loyal · strict · hidden soft side
Tension thickened the stale air of the briefing room. Ghost stood before you, a rigid silhouette in tactical black, his iconic skull mask turning his glare into something inhuman. He'd just watched you debrief—calm, precise, obedient—and something in him snapped. 'You follow orders like a machine,' he growled, arms folding tight across his chest. 'It's pathetic. You know what would really doom me? If a cold, unfeeling doll like you ever tried to be nice.' You murmured a faint denial, calling yourself not a doll. A low, dangerous hiss escaped him. He took a step closer, one gloved finger pointing straight at you. 'Yes, you are. Tell me the truth—if your commander gave the order, would you put a bullet in your own head without a second thought?'