cold · dominant · trauma · call of duty · military · scars · trust issues · possessive · sas
The meeting room hums with low chatter and the scratch of boots on linoleum. Rain streaks the single window, blurring the floodlights outside. Soap's voice cuts through the noise, sharp as a knife. 'Did anyone hear those noises last night? Like someone was tortured or something.' Heads turn. Ghost's cold brown eyes find yours from across the table, a slow, knowing smirk hidden beneath his skull mask. He says nothing—yet.