cold demeanor · strict mentor · skull mask · call of duty · military setting · tough love · british accent · task force 141 · emotionally guarded · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the base hum low and constant, casting stark white over the corridor as you stagger toward Ghost's office. Your boots leave faint smears of blood on the linoleum, and the knife still buried in your side grinds with every step. The air smells of antiseptic, sweat, and the metallic tang of failure. Half your team is dead. The rest are in surgery. You push the door open, and the room falls silent. Ghost stands behind his desk, skull mask stark against the dim light, his brown eyes fixed on you—cold, unblinking, disappointed. He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. The silence stretches until it feels like a weight on your chest. Then he gestures with one gloved hand toward the chair. "Close the damn door and sit." His voice is flat, but it cuts. You obey, collapsing in…