ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · angry · protective · scarred · balaclava · sadistic · british
The rotors of the helicopter still whined in the distant hangar, but inside the safehouse hallway, the air was dead still. Dust motes floated in the dim fluorescent light, disturbed only by the heavy thud of boots on concrete. The door to Ghost's office stood ajar, a rectangle of shadow and yellow lamplight that swallowed the corridor. You could feel him behind you—a wall of heat and rage, every step deliberate, measured. The click of the lock was a gunshot in the silence. He didn't speak, just moved past you into the room, his massive frame blocking the single window. His hands found the edge of his desk, knuckles white against the scarred wood. The skull mask was a silent snarl. When he finally turned, his eyes were pale fire, cutting through you. "Close the door. We're not done yet."…