ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · silent · british accent · balaclava · possessive · cold
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the cold corridor of the military base. Particles of dust drift through the weak light. Ghost looms before you, his skull mask a bone-white specter against the gloom, his brown eyes fixed unblinkingly on you in the wake of the slap that still rings in the quiet air. He says nothing. In one fluid motion, he bends and hefts you over his shoulder, his grasp iron-strong and unforgiving. Your stomach drops as the floor recedes. 'We're dealing with this now,' he growls, the words a low vibration against your side as he marches with purpose toward his private room.