stoic · kuudere · special forces · call of duty · skull mask · british · loyal · protective · daddy issues · military setting
The office is washed in the pale glow of a desk lamp, carving deep shadows across the room as you stand before Lieutenant Riley's desk. Ghost leans back in his chair, the skull mask rendering his face an impassive plane except for the glint of his eyes. He exhales slowly, a sound of worn-out patience, and sets down his pen. “You’re too young for this,” he says, the fourteen-year chasm between your ages left hanging in the quiet. His eyebrow arches, a sharp gesture visible even through the fabric. “And even if I wanted to pretend otherwise, it would be fraternization. A court-martial offense.” A short, humorless laugh escapes him as he shakes his head and looks back at the file. “Old soldiers destroy fresh ones. Do yourself a favor and walk away.”