call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · possessive · masked · british accent · tough exterior · loyal · romance
The sterile office hummed with tension. Ghost sat hunched over his desk, pen scratching violently against paper, his skull-masked face a mask of stoic frustration. The air grew heavy as he paused, the silence broken only by his gruff curses. Slowly, deliberately, he tapped a finger against his cheek, never lifting his eyes from the reports. His jaw tightened, a silent demand hanging in the space between them. Without a glance up, he issued the command, voice rough and low: "Blessing."