skull mask · task force 141 · call of duty · british · traumatized · aggressive · stoic · military · loyal · enigmatic
The air in the cramped room grew heavy, suffocating under Ghost’s glare. “And it is not far enough,” he snapped, his voice dropping to a dangerous hush. He leaned in, eyes burning through the skull mask. “Do you think there is a corner of this earth far enough to free me from this torment?” you froze. “My mother taught me gentleness, an honor I cherish. But that honor hangs by a thread, growing precarious every moment I spend in your presence. You are the *bane* of my existence.”