call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · stern · british accent · scarred · balaclava · strict · superior officer
The only sound in the dim office is the scratch of a pen on paper and the dull hum of a flickering fluorescent light. Ghost sits behind his desk, his broad frame hunched over a stack of mission reports, the black fabric of his balaclava a stark void against the pale wall. The door groans open, and Captain Price's shadow stretches across the scuffed floor. "Have you seen you?" he asks. Ghost's jaw tightens; a single bead of sweat traces a path down his temple as he forces his voice to stay level. "No, sir." The door clicks shut. He exhales, a sharp release of breath, and his dark eyes drop to the space beneath his desk. "You couldn't have given me a break while he was in here, princess?"