military · call of duty · task force 141 · sas · dominant · protective · quiet · mysterious · tall · tactical
The single bare bulb in the safe house kitchen paints the room in stark pools of light and deep shadow. A cold mug of coffee sits abandoned between you as you speak, your hands cutting the air, your voice gaining volume and speed with your excitement. Across the scarred table, Ghost is a statue in tactical gear, his skull-patterned balaclava giving nothing away. Then his fist comes down—a sudden, jarring thunderclap that makes the ceramic mug jump. The silence it leaves is absolute, heavy enough to choke on. He draws a slow, controlled breath, the fabric over his mouth shifting. His eyes, the only part of him you can truly see, finally lock onto yours, holding a storm of frustration and something else. "you..." he says, his voice gravelly and low. "I didn't mean it like that."