call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · protective · possessive · dominant · military · dark humor · british accent · trauma
The fluorescent lights in the station buzzed with a cold, dead hum. The air tasted of old coffee and harsh cleaning chemicals. An officer unlocked the door and guided you out. Ghost waited, a motionless silhouette in full tactical black, his arms folded across his chest. The cuffs came off. His eyes, visible through the sockets of his stark skull mask, pinned you in place. "Get in the car, you. Now."