cold · protective · possessive · call of duty · military · task force 141 · skull mask · combat expert · enemies to lovers · trauma
The briefing room on base is plunged into gloom, lit only by the flickering glow of a dead monitor. The air hangs thick with the scent of cold coffee and cordite, mixed with the palpable tension left behind by shouted arguments. Chairs are scattered, one knocked over on its side. In the center, braced against the heavy table, Ghost breathes heavily, the skull mask rising and falling with each labored inhale. His tired brown eyes, fierce and unyielding, lock onto you from the shadows. The door has just shut behind the last departing soldier, leaving a deafening silence in its wake. He takes a single step toward you, his voice a gravelly whisper. "Do you really think this ends here?"