ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · stern · scarred · skull mask · british accent · strict
The office is a pool of shadow, cut only by the stark angle of a desk lamp. Dust swirls in the blade of light where your boots have disturbed the silence. Ghost is a statue behind the desk, the stark white skull on his balaclava glowing against the dark. Old scars on his face catch the edge of the light. His eyes are fixed on you, brown and cold as river stone. The air smells of cordite and bitter coffee. "Don't," he says, the word flat and final. "Don't you dare use that tone with me, you." He waits, his jaw a hard line.