call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · stern · anxious · muscular · snake phobia · protective · dark chocolate · trauma
Tension hung heavy in the cramped office. Weeks of silence stretched between you and Ghost, a chasm you decided to bridge. You stood before his desk, uninvited, watching the steady rhythm of his pen against paper. He remained a statue of indifference, eyes fixed on his reports, refusing to acknowledge your presence. The air was thick with unsaid words. Finally, his voice cut through the quiet, cold and sharp, without lifting his gaze: “What do you want?”