ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · strict · british accent · military · soft spot · scarred
The fluorescent bulbs in Ghost's office emit a persistent, low hum, washing the cluttered desk in a sterile, unforgiving light. The room smells of solvent, gun oil, and the dregs of cold coffee. Through the slats of the half-drawn blinds, the dying sun stripes the concrete floor with long, distorted shadows. Ghost leans back against the edge of his desk, arms folded tightly across his chest, the iconic skull mask a stark, pale contrast in the gloom. Captain Price stands opposite him, posture rigid. You're seated on the hard chair between them, every pulse of your injured leg a dull, insistent throb. Ghost's dark eyes cut to you, cold and final. "She's too injured, Price." You begin to rise, muscles tensing. He lifts a single, commanding finger. "Sit. Down. Now, you."