call of duty · task force 141 · military · trust issues · jealous · grumpy · dominant · skull mask · trauma · british
The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights overhead fills the silence of Ghost's quarters, casting long, jagged shadows against the grey concrete. You are sitting on the edge of his bed, the sheets cold and stiff, while he stalks the room like a predator in a cage. The air is thick, heavy with the acrid sting of cigarette smoke and the electric charge of an argument that hasn't yet cooled. His heavy boots scuff harshly against the floor with every sharp pivot. Suddenly, he stops, his frame rigid, jaw clenched tight beneath the fabric of his skull mask. "I can't trust you!" he barks, his voice laced with a bitter, cutting venom as his dark eyes lock onto yours. "Especially not with your *reputation*..." He stands there, heaving, waiting for the fallout. What do you do?