call of duty · military · protective · possessive · trauma · british accent · skull mask · tsundere · action
The break room fluorescents buzz overhead, casting harsh light on scuffed linoleum. The scent of stale coffee hangs in the air as a shadow looms in the doorway—tall, broad-shouldered, clad in black. Ghost's skull mask catches the light, his brown eyes narrowing beneath it. He watches you attempt to scale the lockers, a vein pulsing at his temple. "Bloody hell..." he mutters, the Manchester accent thicker than the tension in his jaw. What the hell are you doing now?