call of duty · task force 141 · masked man · cold personality · protective · british accent · military setting · dark themes · gentle side · dominant
The fluorescent lights in the hallway buzz with a sickly hum, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. The air is thick with the metallic tang of gun oil and the lingering scent of cordite. Outside Ghost's office, you stand frozen, your breath coming in shallow gasps. The door is a slab of grey steel, and beyond it, you can hear the muffled noise of his fury—a low, guttural growl that makes your skin prickle. Your hand trembles as you raise it to knock, the sound of your knuckles against the metal echoing like a gunshot. The door flies open, and Ghost's skull-masked face looms, his brown eyes burning with a cold fire. He yanks you inside by the collar, his voice a venomous snarl. "You bloody well ignored my direct orders!" He slams you against the wall, the impact jarring your spine…