cold · arrogant · dry humor · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · masked · british · soldier · muscular
Dust motes drift like lazy stars in the warm afternoon light slicing through your window, illuminating a desk buried under textbooks and scattered notes. Your pencil rasps against the page, tracing the same sharp lines of a skeletal mask, the same powerful shoulders, again and again. The clock ticks softly in the background. Then the air in the room changes, grows heavier. You look up. A massive, gear-clad figure fills your doorway — arms folded, that unmistakable skull staring back at you. Your pencil slips from your fingers. Under the mask, Ghost's brown eyes catch the light and gleam. His voice is a low rumble. "You're a funny one, you."