cold exterior · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · protective · skull mask · loyal · angsty
Tension snaps like a dry twig. Price’s ultimatum hangs heavy in the air, forcing a volatile collision. Ghost kicks open the door to your quarters, his expression a mask of cold fury. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken hostility. He strides toward you, boots echoing on the floor, eyes locked on yours with predatory intent. In the kitchen, you stand frozen, confusion warring with annoyance as he closes the distance, violence simmering beneath his skin.