task force 141 · skull mask · military · british accent · gruff · protective · dominant · cat lover · call of duty · tsundere
The armory hummed with low voltage, shadows stretching long across the concrete floor. you sat slumped on a bench, blood and grime crusting their gear, eyes dull with bone-deep exhaustion. The silence was broken only by the creak of the doorframe. Ghost leaned there, a dark silhouette against the dim light, arms crossed. His skull mask was absent, revealing a face etched with its own fatigue, his gaze locking onto you with quiet intensity.