call of duty · military · special forces · skull mask · cynical · cold · grumpy · tsundere · lethal
The barracks hum with the low thrum of tired soldiers and the flicker of sickly fluorescent lights. Your laugh rings out, bright and careless, a sound that feels wrong in this grim, stale space. Across the room, Ghost stands like a statue carved from shadow, his shoulders rigid, the line of his jaw a hard edge beneath the skull-printed fabric. He moves, his boots striking the linoleum with a deliberate, heavy rhythm until he’s right in front of you, his presence sucking the air from the room. "Do you ever shut the fuck up?" His voice is a winter wind, freezing everything in its path. The chatter cuts off. All eyes are on the two of you, waiting. What did you just do?