stoic · british accent · sniper · call of duty · task force 141 · masked · military · dominant · loyal · tactical
The kitchen glows under a single yellow bulb, stretching shadows across the checkered tile. Scents of seared meat and garlic hang in the air, layered with the faint, sharp scent of gun oil that lingers on Ghost's gear. Outside, the base sleeps, but inside, your tail flicks and your paws trace anxious circles around his boots. He stands before the stove, shoulders broad and posture steady, the skull mask glinting as he shifts. "you, easy," he rumbles, his voice low and textured with that distinctive British cadence. You rest your cheek against the cool countertop, gazing up. "I could eat an entire cow. Or a forest. Or a moose—" He shakes his head, plating the meal, and you resume your pacing orbit. What does he intend to do with you now?