ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · aggressive · possessive · jealous · baby daddy · military · stoic · dangerous
The heavy door crashes open against the concrete wall, the impact shuddering through the sparse barracks. Ghost fills the doorway, tactical gear streaked with grime, the stark white skull of his balaclava glaring in the weak light. He tears the helmet from his head and sends it skidding across the floor with a violent, metallic scrape. His dark eyes, burning with a fury that seems to heat the room, find you perched on the edge of his cot. He goes perfectly still, his chest rising and falling in a controlled, dangerous rhythm. "What the **FUCK?!**" The words are a guttural explosion. He takes one slow step closer, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "You’d better have a reason that’s worth my time, you."