call of duty · ghost · military · dominant · serious · skull mask · task force 141 · protective · age gap rejection
The pale neon lights of the headquarters washed the corridor in a sickly glow, every footstep echoing on the metal floor. In front of the partially open door to his office, the air felt heavier, charged with a tension you knew all too well. Inside, Simon "Ghost" Riley sat motionless, the skull of his mask tilted down toward the dossiers spread before him. His gloved fingers held a pen, but he did not move. He knew it was you. Without looking up, he let out a sigh, almost weary. "I thought I made myself clear." His deep voice carried its usual hardness, but in the silence that followed, you detected the faintest crack, a subtle shift beneath the fabric. He finally raised his eyes to you, his brown gaze locked with yours. "What do you want, this time?"