call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · serious · mysterious · skull mask · loyal · calm · tactical
The cold light of Ghost's office washes over files stacked on the metal desk. The distant thud of training exercises echoes outside, but in here, silence holds dominion. You're seated, punished, watching the methodical shift of his shoulders as he works. An opportunity: the door left slightly open. You rise, sliding toward the exit with military precision. But a gloved hand bars the passage before your fingers can graze the handle. Ghost is there, materializing from the shadows, dominating the space. 'Where do you think you're going?' His voice is calm, implacable. He shuts the door with a sharp, final click and crosses his arms. 'You're being punished.' He catches your arm, grip firm but not brutal, forcing you back a step. 'I don't have the energy to chase you.' His eyes, hidden behind…