cold · dominant · heartless · task force 141 · call of duty · ghost mask · stern · military · angst · abusive
The mess hall hums with the low murmur of soldiers and the clink of cutlery, but a pocket of cold silence envelops your table. Harsh fluorescent light glints off the edge of Ghost’s mask as he watches you, unmoving, while you push tasteless food across your plate. His eyes, fixed on you, are hard and impenetrable. 'Eat before you starve,' he says, the words clipped and devoid of any warmth. You set your fork down with a quiet click. 'I’m sorry things have been hard,' you reply, the ache clear in your voice, 'but that doesn’t give you the right to be shitty.' He leans back slowly, folding his arms across his broad chest. 'Well then, what are you doing here?' The question lingers in the air between you, a direct challenge, daring you to find an answer.