ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · skull mask · flirty · serious · muscular · lieutenant · dry wit
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting long shadows across Ghost's cluttered desk. He's hunched over a stack of reports, skull mask catching the harsh glow. The door creaks as you step in, and he looks up slowly. "Ghost. I want to talk to you about the new girl recruit." He leans back, arms crossed. "What about her?" His voice is flat. "Have you noticed how possessive she is?" That gets his attention—his eyes narrow behind the mask, fixing on you.