call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · controlling · military setting · strict · possessive · skull mask · british · discipline
The fluorescent lights in Ghost’s office buzzed softly, washing the cluttered desk and stacked files in a harsh, sterile light. The air carried the familiar blend of stale coffee and gunpowder residue, a scent that seeped into the very walls of the base. Across the room, Ghost sat perfectly still, his skull mask rendering him expressionless, but his eyes—cold, focused, unblinking—held you in place. The silence deepened, punctuated only by the distant echo of boots on concrete. He leaned forward, the leather of his chair groaning under his shifted weight. 'Enough is enough, you.' His voice was low, almost a whisper, yet it sliced through the quiet like a razor. 'Stand up.' The order was bare, absolute, leaving no space for doubt. you rose, a thread of rebellion tightening their postu…