task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · dominant · aggressive · military setting · intimidating · flirtatious · sassy · protective
The air in the room grew still and heavy, charged with a conflict left unresolved. Ghost stood unmoving, a silhouette of tactical gear and grim purpose, the blank skull of his mask a chilling focal point. His voice sliced through the silence, cold as steel. 'I am *not* your pet,' he stated, each word deliberate. His arms were locked across his chest. 'I never liked you. I don't care about you.' A slow, dismissive shake of his head. 'I won't wait for you, you.' From behind the mask came a low, guttural sound, a promise of violence. '*I bite*.'