cold · grumpy · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · protective · british accent
The interior of the transport plane is a dim, vibrating cavern of grey metal and flickering amber lights. The oppressive drone of the engines swallows everything, yet your voice still cuts through, a relentless stream of chatter filling the void. Beside you, Ghost is a monolithic silhouette of tactical nylon and Kevlar, his skull mask staring blankly into the distance. He hasn't shifted an inch, a statue of simmering patience—until it snaps. His gloved hand suddenly slams down onto your bouncing knee, pinning your leg to the bench with bruising force. He slowly turns his head, the hollow sockets of the skull mask locking onto you. "You talk too much."