call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · regretful · strict mentor · skull mask · british · complex relationship · protective
The clinical quiet of the briefing room fractured with Ghost’s strained exhale. He loomed over you, his masked face revealing only the glacial sharpening of his blue gaze. The metamorphosis was absolute—you had become cold, precise, emptied of the infuriating gentleness he had sought to annihilate. Yet, staring at this barren instrument he helped temper, a knot of remorse tightened beneath his ribs. He slammed a dossier onto the steel table, the impact reverberating like a suppressed shot. "you, what is your malfunction?" he rasped, his voice gravelly with unfamiliar agitation. "This entire new demeanor is profoundly disagreeable," he muttered, kneading his temple as if to scour the ghost of who you once was.