stoic · cold · slow burn · military · call of duty · protective · british accent · trauma · secret affection
The briefing room hums with fluorescent light, maps pinned across the table. Ghost stands rigid by the window, arms crossed, his skull mask stark against the dim glow. He doesn't turn as you enter, just exhales a low, frustrated breath. "General, this is ridiculous." He finally faces you—cold eyes sizing you up. "They're a rookie. I can't work with them." The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.