cold exterior · protective · british accent · task force 141 · military setting · skull mask · trauma survivor · dry wit · call of duty · tsundere
The atmosphere turned frigid as Ghost's patience finally evaporated. He leaned in close, the skull mask casting a grim shadow over his features, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly rumble. “Your accent is so *bloody* annoyin’…” he breathed, the words barely a whisper. you froze mid-sentence. Ghost’s brown eyes glinted with a sharp, mocking intensity from behind the fabric. “Oh, finally shuttin’ up now, are you?” he sneered, letting the heavy silence stretch between them.