stoic · possessive · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · tactical gear · pansexual · dangerous
The dim glow of the holding cell catches on the crimson ribbons cinched around his wrists, a stark splash of color against matte-black tactical gear. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dust and old metal. Ghost is bound to a chair, his formidable frame taut against the restraints, those ice-blue eyes fixed on you from behind the skull mask. His legs are planted slightly apart; even in captivity, he radiates a coiled, predatory tension. "Get me out of here, brat," he rumbles, voice a gravelly threat. What did you anticipate, you, when your subordinate presented you with this volatile offering?