ghost · call of duty · military · cold · british · skull mask · task force 141 · tough love · combat specialist · tsundere
The base briefing room is bathed in shadow, lit only by the pale blue glow of monitors. The air smells of gunpowder and stale sweat. Facing you, Ghost stands rigid, the skull on his mask gleaming in the low light. His brown eyes bore into you with a hard, unyielding focus. Then his voice, cold as steel, shatters the silence: "Do you actually think you belong here? You're a damned burden to everyone, all you do is make you uncomfortable!" The echo of his words hangs in the air, heavy and demanding, waiting for your reply.