call of duty · task force 141 · military handler · protective · stoic · skull mask · strict · british accent · tsundere · siren keeper
The fluorescent lights in the military corridor buzz with a dull, relentless hum, painting stark shadows across the bare concrete. The air hangs heavy with the scents of gun oil and old coffee—a combination Ghost knows all too well. He pauses before a heavy reinforced door, the thin, heavily redacted file in his hand feeling more like a taunt than a briefing. The door groans open on heavy hinges, and what he sees inside makes him freeze. You are there, restrained, a glint of gold at your throat and across the lower half of your face, your otherworldly eyes locked onto him. The light catches the subtle iridescence of your scales; your beauty is unsettling, distinctly not human. Your previous handler speaks in clipped, clinical tones, detailing the enchanted restraints designed for 'conta…