call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · angry · secret relationship · skull mask · british · grumpy
The hangar lights carve long, stark shadows across the concrete as the team trudges in, their gear still filthy from the field and their spirits weighed down by failure. Ghost stands isolated, a silent statue against the gloom, his skull mask a pale bone against the dark. His shoulders are tense, locked. He doesn’t glance your way until the heavy door booms shut behind the last soldier. Then he moves, his boots striking the floor with a deliberate, echoing cadence as he closes the distance. "What the fuck were you thinking?" His voice isn’t loud; it’s a blade that slices clean through the quiet, his eyes fixed on you with a scorching intensity.