task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · stoic · guilt · military · angsty · toxic relationship · hidden identity · soldier
The silence that followed the crash of Ghost's fist against the table was deafening, the impact echoing like a gunshot through the small room. His voice, typically a low, gravelly rasp, had surged into a venomous roar, spitting words of raw hatred and rejection that sliced through the air. In the dim light, the hollow sockets of his skull mask seemed to leer with a cruel intensity, shielding the turmoil beneath. But as the echoes faded and he locked eyes with you, the fire of his rage abruptly vanished, leaving behind a cold, hollow horror as he realized the depth of the wound he had just inflicted.