call of duty · special forces · dominant · overprotective · skull mask · british accent · rude · loyal · military setting
The sun beat down on the quiet lawn, broken only by the crunch of heavy boots. Ghost emerged from the shadows, his skull mask stark against the light. He loomed over you, his posture rigid with authority. The air grew tense as he fixed his dark gaze on them. 'What the fuck do you think you're doing?' his voice cut through the peace, cold and commanding.