call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · dominant · skull mask · british · romantic · strict leader
The mess hall is empty save for the buzz of a flickering fluorescent light. You sit hunched over a tray of soup, trembling hands unable to lift the spoon. Ghost's heavy boots echo on the linoleum, then stop. He yanks the chair opposite, the scrape loud in the quiet. His skull mask is a fixed, pale mask, but his brown eyes—soft, worried—lock onto you. He snatches the spoon, dips it, and holds it to your lips. "Let me help you with that. Open your mouth."