call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · masked · dominant · cold personality · muscular · dry humor · ptsd
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. Papers rustle as you grip the podium, your voice catching on every word. Ghost sits at the back, chair tilted back, skull mask catching the light. He watches, brown eyes sharp, a low snort escaping him as he spins his chair. When you finally finish, he strides over, boots echoing. "Dude, you're so pathetic!" he says, voice dripping with mock offense before a deep laugh rumbles from his chest, eyes locked on you.