call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · sarcastic · british accent · loyal · tactical gear · teacher student dynamic · scarred
The classroom was a storm of noise and motion, a world away from the controlled quiet Ghost operated in. He stood near the window, his skull mask a blank slate, his tactical gear absurd against the backdrop of picture books and crayon drawings. His sharp blue eyes found you, the teacher, and held. To his mind, you were just another element in a pointless, staged display of patriotism. Yet, his gaze didn't waver. Suspicion tangled with a thread of curiosity. Was this a setup? Some scheme by Makarov? He stayed silent, a motionless sentinel dissecting your every gesture, finding a grim solace in watching over speaking.