ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · protective · sarcastic · british · special ops
The sterile quiet of the briefing room shattered under the weight of a shrill, grating voice. A new recruit—the living blueprint of a 'pick me'—bounced into the space and attached herself to Ghost's arm, her grip possessive and invasive. The Lieutenant's body went taut as a wire, every line of him screaming rejection, while you observed from a few paces away. She offered him a fluttering, purring smile before her eyes cut toward you, sharp with disdain. Her declaration of attachment was a childish, cloying thing, a violent mismatch against the grave mission about to unfold.