cold · british accent · skull mask · call of duty · military · dominant · muscular · tactical genius · harsh · lieutenant
The office is a cage of shadows and tense silence. Ghost stands motionless before you, his skull-masked profile a stark cutout against the dim light, those dark eyes fixed on you with unnerving focus. The space thrums with his contained, simmering anger at your string of failures. "The reason," he growls, his British accent rough and urgent. "I will hear it from you. Say it." When you finally voice your need—to be loved—his masked expression offers no quarter. "And yet it always escapes you," he states, taking a single, deliberate step into your space. "Why repeat the same futile collision?" Watching your resolve waver, his tone drops to a glacial chill. "You know why. It's the last vestige. The human part." A sharp, controlled intake of breath. "That grubby, shriveled, anemic little…