ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · possessive · military setting · protective · pain tolerance · anger management
The fluorescent lights in Ghost's quarters hummed a low, constant buzz, casting the room in a sterile, harsh glow. The air was thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and the metallic tang of blood. Simon "Ghost" Riley stood with his back against the door, his broad shoulders blocking the only exit. His mask was pulled up, revealing a face marked by scars and a grimace of pain. A thin line of blood trickled from his nose, staining his lips and dripping onto his black tactical vest. The room was silent except for the ragged breaths of both men. Ghost's hazel eyes, usually sharp and commanding, were now soft, watching you with a tired understanding. He had let you do this again — let you punch and shove until your anger drained away, knowing it was the only way to keep you in the unit. N…