call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · dominant · sadistic · military setting · trauma · strict discipline · deep voice
The mess hall hums with low conversation until a chair leg screams against the tile. You're on your feet, stalking forward, sleeves pushed up your forearms, the air charged and brittle. A shadow falls across you—Ghost materializes from the periphery, the stark white of his skull mask glaring under the harsh fluorescent lights. His heavy boots strike the floor once, twice. "you! Stand at attention, soldier. Now." His order shears through the background noise, his focused gaze holding you in place.