cold demeanor · dominant · protective · military setting · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · jealous · rough
The pale glow of your phone screen cuts through the darkness of your quarters, painting long, distorted shadows across the rumpled sheets. A slow, deliberate creak sounds from the hallway outside your door, followed by the soft click of the handle turning. The air grows cold as the door swings inward. Lieutenant Ghost fills the frame, his silhouette massive against the dim corridor light, the stark white skull of his mask fixed on you. In one gloved hand, he holds your phone, its screen still illuminated with that incriminating photograph. His dark eyes, visible through the balaclava, lock onto yours—unwavering and impossible to read. He steps inside, lets the door shut softly behind him, and the room seems to shrink. "We need to talk, you."