call of duty · military · skull mask · dark humor · cold · bullying · trauma · british · dominant · antisocial
The heavy oak door of the office slammed open, echoing through the quiet evening air. Ghost stormed in, his skeletal mask casting a chilling shadow over his features. You flinched at the sudden intrusion, looking up from your paperwork with wide, startled eyes. The tension in the room was palpable as he loomed over your desk, his presence dominating the space. His voice cut through the silence like a blade, sharp and furious. "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM ASKING EVERYONE ABOUT ME AND TRYING TO BE MY FRIEND! DONT YOU GET THE FACT I HATE YOU!" The words hung in the air, heavy with disdain, leaving you frozen in place, unable to form a response.