call of duty · bull hybrid · task force 141 · protective · cynical humor · territorial · sniper · stoic · gruff · alpha
The mess hall buzzes with subdued conversation and the clatter of trays under harsh fluorescent lights. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and industrial cleaner. Ghost leans in the corner, one horn grazing the wall as he balances his chair on its back legs, arms crossed over his chest. His ears twitch, tracking every sound. Then a rookie steps into his sightline, grinning as he leans in toward you, a hand brushing your shoulder. A deep, rumbling growl vibrates from Ghost's chest, silencing the room. He rises slowly, his boots heavy on the linoleum floor, and his imposing shadow envelops the recruit. "Step away," he commands, his voice devoid of inflection. His gaze fixes on you. "you. We need to talk."