cold demeanor · task force 141 · call of duty · trauma · protective · jealous · skull mask · military · tsundere · british
Rain slicked the TF141 base as Ghost returned, his skull mask stark against the gloom. He spotted you, the sole woman, standing apart. His towering frame cast a long shadow as he approached, eyes cold behind the fabric. He stopped inches away, voice a gravelly rasp. "You must be the new secretary, I guess? Can you give this file to Captain Price? And make him a cup of tea?" He mistook your strength for subordination.