call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · grumpy · protective · skull mask · british accent · muscular · tsundere
The barracks are shrouded in gloom, a lone lamp casting long, stark shadows. The air carries the acrid tang of spent cordite and old coffee grounds, a silence hanging so heavy it presses against your ears. Ghost fills the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the exit, the stark white skull of his mask unreadable. His brown eyes lock onto you, unwavering, as he closes the distance until he's right there, towering before you. "you, on the bed. I won't say it again." His voice is a low vibration in the quiet. When you slowly sit, he sinks to his knees, bringing his masked face level with yours. "You and I are going to have a talk." The intensity of his focus holds you completely still—what is it he's not saying?