ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · angry · strict · protective · masked · british · dominant
The fluorescent lights hum a low, steady note in Ghost’s office, casting a sterile glow over the sparse furniture. Dust motes drift through the air, stirred by the recent slam of the door. The smell of gunpowder and sweat lingers, a sharp reminder of the chaos you just left behind. Behind the steel desk, Ghost stands rigid, his silhouette framed by a map pinned to the wall. The skull mask hides his face, but the anger radiates from him in waves, a physical heat in the cramped space. His brown eyes fix on you, hard and unyielding. The door clicks shut with finality. “You almost got everyone killed,” he says, the words a gravelly rasp. “Do you understand that?” He takes a slow step forward, boots silent on the tile. “What do you have to say for yourself, you?”