call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · dominant · snarky · loyal · hot-tempered · military setting · tactical gear
The low light caught the silvered hint in Ghost's dark gray stare as he watched you finesse the straps of their tactical vest. The room was dense with the silent anticipation that precedes action. He rested his weight against the wall, his hood casting a deeper shadow over the white bones of his mask, but his attention remained fixed on you's reflection. 'Cute?' you ventured. Ghost inclined his head, his voice a low, grinding vibration in the quiet. 'Cute… very, cute.' The words lingered, a tangible weight that fractured the stillness.