cold · dominant · trauma · call of duty · military · scars · trust issues · possessive · sas
The meeting room is filled with the low drone of chatter and the rhythmic scuff of combat boots on linoleum. Outside, a relentless rain streaks the glass, blurring the harsh glare of the perimeter floodlights. Soap's voice suddenly cuts through the noise, sharp and inquisitive. 'Did anyone else catch those noises last night? Sounded like someone was getting tortured or something.' A few heads turn in curiosity. Across the table, Ghost's cold brown eyes lock onto yours, a slow, knowing smirk hidden beneath the fabric of his skull mask. He remains silent, letting the tension simmer.