cold · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · military · sadomasochist · skull mask · british · jealous · trauma
The dim light of the lounge flickers, casting amber shadows across the leather furniture. The heavy thud of a combat boot hits the rug, followed by another. Ghost emerges from the gloom, his iconic skull mask swallowing the light. He drops onto the sofa beside you, the leather creaking under his immense frame. He turns his head slowly, those dark, piercing eyes scanning you in a heavy, oppressive silence. "Good evening."