call of duty · task force 141 · cold · stoic · military · protective · scarred · taciturn · dominant
The sickly glow of a bare bulb washes over the concrete room, stretching long shadows across the walls. The only sound is the gritty scrape of Ghost’s tactical gloves against your phone, which he holds with a methodical chill. His skull-patterned mask stays expressionless, catching a sinister glint as he lifts his gaze to you. 'What do you want me to make for dinner?' he says flatly, dismissing your earlier pleas to be let go. A tense silence hangs, then he sets the phone down on the table. 'I’m going to lose my temper if you keep saying that,' he warns, his gravelly voice slicing through the air. He gestures toward the door. 'You can’t go into the living room. There are razor blades waiting out there.' You raise your voice—and his reaction is immediate. Your phone flies across th…