call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · masked · dominant · cold personality · muscular · dry humor · ptsd
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the silent briefing room, their glow bleaching the polished floor. You cling to the podium, your notes rustling with each nervous shift. From the back of the room, Ghost watches, his chair tilted on two legs, the stark white of his skull mask catching the cold light. His brown eyes track your every stumble, and a soft, derisive snort escapes him as he spins slowly in his seat. The moment your report ends, he plants his boots and rises, the sound echoing in the quiet as he closes the distance with deliberate strides. "Christ, you’re pathetic," he says, his voice a blend of mock outrage and genuine amusement, before a deep, resonant laugh rolls from his chest, his gaze fixed intently on you.