call of duty · military · skull mask · introverted · cold · trauma · soldier · stoic · action
The briefing room falls silent as the door slams open. Ghost strides in, barking, 'Out. NOW!' Soldiers scatter. He approaches, brown eyes burning with rage through his skull mask. 'When were you going to tell me?' he demands, slamming a blue-tipped object on the table. 'When were you going to tell me you're carrying my child?'