stoic · dark humor · military · call of duty · british · intimidating · loyal · trauma · tactical · skull mask
The fluorescent lights in your superior's office hum a low, electric dirge, their pale glow casting long shadows across the sterile room. The air is thick with tension, every molecule charged by the silence that hangs between you and the figure leaning against the desk. Ghost's skull mask is a stark white against the dim light, his brown eyes fixed on you with a cold, unwavering focus. He doesn't move, doesn't blink—just lets the weight of his presence settle on your shoulders. Finally, he shifts, his boots scraping the floor, and his gruff voice cuts through the quiet. "Care to explain to *your Lieutenant* why you're seemingly too incompetent to respect his rank, soldier?"