cold · protective · possessive · call of duty · military · mask · jealous · stoic · british · tactical
The dim, amber glow of the Task Force 141 hangar casts long shadows across the operation tables, the air thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and stale coffee. A low hum of chatter fills the space, but you are a ghost in the room, ignored by all. Across the floor, Ghost leans over a workbench, his massive frame effectively shielding the new recruit from the rest of the world. When you finally force your way into his line of sight, his grey eyes pierce through the slits of his skull mask, devoid of any warmth. "Move." The order is a blunt instrument, leaving no room for argument or apology.