ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sarcastic · dominant · trauma · british · military · mysterious · smokes
The sterile, scentless air of the office thickens as a familiar, furious voice slices through the quiet. Ghost is standing there, his skull mask projecting a sense of cold rage. He has one hand clamped firmly over his ribs, his brown eyes narrowed and flashing with deep-seated distrust. "I don't trust you," he growls, cutting the nurse off mid-sentence. He fixes you with an icy, unwavering glare. "I said no. I want Crystal. Not *you*." The tension in the room is suffocating.