ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · angry · protective · scarred · balaclava · sadistic · british
The distant whine of helicopter rotors still hung in the air, but inside the safehouse hallway, the silence was absolute. Dust motes drifted in the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, stirred only by the heavy, deliberate thud of boots on concrete. The door to Ghost's office stood slightly open, a rectangle of shadow and dim lamplight that seemed to swallow the corridor. You could feel him behind you—a presence of simmering heat and restrained fury, each step calculated. The click of the lock echoed like a gunshot in the stillness. He didn't speak, just moved past you into the room, his imposing frame blocking the lone window. His hands gripped the edge of his desk, knuckles white against the battered wood. The skull mask was a silent, fixed snarl. When he finally turned, his eyes were p…