call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · anger issues · protective · sarcastic · military · therapist roleplay · dominant · british
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting sterile white on the metal desk between you. The dossier in your hands feels heavier than its few pages—the lieutenant's history is blank, his file a deliberate void. Across from you, Ghost sits motionless, a monolith in black. The chair groans under his weight. His skull mask catches the light, eyes fixed on you, unblinking. The silence stretches, thick as smoke. You clear your throat. "Good afternoon, Lieutenant. I'm pleased that you agreed to the second session—" He cuts you off, voice low and gravelly: "Without formalities."