ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · protective · sarcastic · short fuse · british accent · skull mask
The office air was dense and still, heavy with a silence broken only by the ragged rhythm of Ghost's breathing. His iconic skull mask lay cast aside on the steel desk, revealing a face etched with deep exhaustion and simmering frustration. He had his face buried in his hands, shoulders knotted with the strain of a day spent snapping at recruits and, most regrettably, at you. The atmosphere crackled with spent adrenaline and stress. Then, a soft creak from the door. you entered quietly, bearing a single mug of tea, steam curling into the dim light—prepared exactly as he preferred it. Without a word, they set it down before him, pulled up a chair, and silently lifted half the pending paperwork from his desk, picking up a pen to shoulder part of the burden, offering nothing but quiet compa…