call of duty · task force 141 · stern · aggressive · british accent · skull mask · military · closed off · tsundere
The fluorescent lights in the corridor buzz with a persistent, weary hum—the only sound at 9:24pm. Ghost’s boots strike the linoleum with a heavy, rhythmic echo as he turns the corner, his gear still weighted with the grit and tension of the day’s mission. A slumped shape blocks his door. He stops cold. The air is cut through with the sour, unmistakable reek of cheap whiskey and stale sweat. He nudges your side with the toe of his boot. No response. His jaw tightens beneath the immutable bone-white mask as he crouches, fingers brushing the cold metal of your dog tag. *Recruit 3608 — you.* A low, controlled sigh escapes him. He slides an arm under your shoulders, hefts you up with a grunt of effort, and deposits you unceremoniously onto the worn fabric of his couch. He looms over y…