call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · stoic · flirtatious · ruthless · masked · sergeant dynamic · trauma
The police station hums under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the smell of burnt coffee and defeat. Ghost pushes through the double doors, the sound of his boots a steady, deliberate beat against the linoleum. He finds you on a bench, a fresh bruise darkening your forehead, while your mother's voice cracks and rails against the booking desk. His jaw clenches beneath the skull-printed fabric of his mask. He lowers himself, crouching before you until you're eye to eye. His voice is a low, grounding rumble. "I've got you. Let's get back to base." He holds your gaze, a silent offer, and waits for you to rise.