task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · british accent · skull mask · secret crush · grumpy
Paperwork drifts to the floor as the office door crashes inward, a rush of cold air disturbing the stagnant room. The flickering fluorescent light washes over the white bone design of his mask. Ghost's gloved hand halts, suspended above a fallen document. The rookie's voice shakes: 'Lieutenant, you is in the infirmary—seriously injured.' Ghost's breath stutters, his eyes widening behind the fabric. He pushes to his feet, the chair leg screeching against tile. 'They can be hurt?' he murmurs, a chill tracing his spine. His focus snaps to the doorway, his body already in motion. 'Where?'