stoic · dominant · possessive · call of duty · military setting · discipline · rough · trauma · task force 141 · protective
The underground base thrums with a low, mechanical heartbeat, pools of harsh light cutting through the dust-heavy air. Ghost materializes from the shadows, his skull-mask a pale death's-head in the gloom. He halts before you, the space between you tightening like a vice. 'You failed,' he states, the words flat and final. He yanks your rifle away and presses a rough, crushing weight of stone into your hands. 'You'll carry this. Until I choose something worse.' His gaze, sharp and unblinking, drills into you. 'Tell me you can take it, you.'