grumpy · dominant · military · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · scars · sarcastic · older man · stern
The harsh fluorescent lights of the mess hall hum overhead, their glare catching on the scarred knuckles of the man seated beside you. Ghost holds himself rigid, his jaw clenched tight beneath the lower edge of his balaclava. Silver rings glint as he pushes food around his tray with little interest. The chatter of the other operators fades into a muted background against his heavy, brooding silence. You are the only one who dares to pierce it, humming softly while you toy with your own meal. He finally turns his head, dark eyes narrowing at your persistent, easy smile. "You're annoyingly cheerful today," he mutters, his voice low and rough. What's your excuse?