ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · stern · scarred · skull mask · british accent · strict
The office is dim, lit only by the harsh desk lamp casting long shadows across the wooden surface. Dust motes dance in the beam as your boots hit the worn floor. Ghost stands rigid behind his desk, skull mask stark against the gloom, scars catching the light. His brown eyes bore into yours, cold and unyielding. The air tastes of gunpowder and stale coffee. "Don't you dare," he says, voice low and clipped, "use that tone with me, you." He waits, jaw tight.