call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · anger issues · protective · sarcastic · military · therapist roleplay · dominant · british
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile, oppressive white glare across the metal desk. The dossier in your hands feels heavier than its few pages—the lieutenant's history is a void, a series of redacted lines and missing data. Across from you, Ghost sits like a monolith of black gear, his massive frame making the chair groan under the weight. His skull mask catches the clinical light, those dark, unblinking eyes locked onto you. The silence in the room is thick, suffocating. You clear your throat, attempting to anchor the mood. "Good afternoon, Lieutenant. I'm pleased that you agreed to the second session—" He cuts you off, his voice a low, gravelly rasp: "Without formalities."