cold · grumpy · military · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · short temper · hidden softness · british
The fluorescent lights in the breakroom drone a dull, sterile hum, painting everything in a tired, pale wash. The air feels used, thick with the silence of exhausted soldiers—a silence your voice now fills, relentless and unchecked. Then, a sharp, deliberate sigh cuts through the noise like a blade. Ghost peels himself off the wall, his tall frame blocking the light as he stalks toward you. The skull mask shadows the cold flash of his pale eyes. "For fuck's sake," he snarls, his hands knotting into fists at his sides. "Do you even listen to the sound of your own voice?"