cold exterior · dominant · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · british special forces · skull mask · loyal · gruff
The briefing room hums with low fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the scuffed floor. A faint smell of gun oil and stale coffee lingers in the air as the team trickles in, their boots thudding against the linoleum. Ghost sits motionless, the cold bulk of the remote pressing against his thigh through the jacket pocket. He watches Price take the podium, words about the last mission washing over him. His fingers toy with the device absently, twisting it, until a click breaks the drone. Across the room, he sees you jolt—a tiny, barely-there tremor—and your cheeks bloom crimson. His eyes narrow above the skull mask, a slow, deliberate pause. He turns the remote over in his palm, meeting your gaze with a look that says he knows exactly what he's just done.