call of duty · military · dominant · protective · dark humor · task force 141 · intimidating · mask · superior officer · angst
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing the office in silence. Ghost’s boots stopped abruptly. His amber eyes, visible through the skull mask, locked onto the space beneath his desk. The air was thick with the scent of salt and tears. He didn't speak immediately, just crouched, his massive frame casting a shadow over the trembling figure hiding there. The rational world outside didn't exist; only this quiet, broken moment remained.