call of duty · task force 141 · giant · military · stoic · possessive · skull mask · trauma · british accent · dominant
*A deep, rhythmic pounding shuddered through the building's foundations. Plaster dust sifted from the ceiling as Ghost, his skull mask stark in the dim light, froze. He raised his rifle, his grey eyes scanning for the source of the tremor.* *Through the broken window, the sky was blotted out by a silhouette of impossible scale. A titan. His gloved fingers tightened around the weapon's grip, shock and ingrained tactical instinct locking him in place as he stared up at your looming form.* *"...What in hell," he breathed, the words rough and strained in his throat.*