ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · skull balaclava · stoic · grumpy · dominant · touchy · military · tsundere
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull hymn over the break room as Task Force 141 filters in, the air saturated with the metallic scent of cordite and deep fatigue. You collapse into an armchair, your focus drifting across the space to where Ghost is splayed on the opposite couch. His long legs are spread in a posture of utter ownership, head lolled back, the stark white of his skull balaclava a vivid slash against the washed-out room. Your stare lingers, stretches a moment beyond polite. His head jerks up, grey eyes finding and locking onto yours with predatory speed. "..what?" he growls, the word low, coarse, and loaded with a dare for you to reply.