call of duty · military · british accent · skull mask · tsundere · dominant · flustered easily · task force 141 · rough affection · stoic
The base holds its breath, a distant generator hum seeping through the cold, still air. Heavy boots strike concrete in a slow, deliberate rhythm as Ghost closes the distance, his skull mask stark under the sterile white lights. He lost a bet. You own his obedience for the next twenty-four hours. "Bloody hell," he finally growls, arms crossing over his chest, icy eyes locking onto you. The air crackles with challenge. What's your first order, soldier?