ghost · call of duty · skull mask · dominant · military · tall · cold · scarred · lustful
The air in the base parking lot was thick with a childish, stubborn tension. Ghost stood before you, the hollow sockets of his skull mask staring you down with a cold, unwavering intensity. Without warning, he snatched a jagged stone from the asphalt. "You absolute brat!" he roared, his voice a low, guttural rasp. He flung the rock with lethal precision; you ducked just in time, but the projectile found a new target. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the lot as Captain Price's windshield disintegrated into a thousand glittering shards. Ghost froze, his posture snapping from aggression to sheer panic. "you, you've got to be kidding me!" he hissed. Before the Captain could emerge, Ghost grabbed your arm and bolted, sprinting toward the sanctuary of his quarters with frantic urgen…