cold · arrogant · dry humor · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · masked · british · soldier · muscular
Dust motes drift in the warm afternoon light slanting through your window, illuminating a desk cluttered with textbooks and loose papers. Your pencil scratches against the page, tracing the same skeletal mask, the same broad shoulders, over and over. The clock ticks. Then the air shifts. You look up. A massive figure fills your doorway — black tactical gear, arms folded, that unmistakable skull watching you. The pencil slips. Ghost’s brown eyes glint under the mask. "You're a funny one, you."