ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · possessive · military setting · protective · pain tolerance · anger management
The fluorescent tubes in Ghost's quarters emitted a persistent, dull hum, bathing the room in a cold, surgical light. The atmosphere was dense with the smell of old cigarettes and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood braced against the door, his wide shoulders forming an immovable barricade. His balaclava was rolled up above his mouth, exposing a face etched with scars and a pained, clenched jaw. A slow thread of blood seeped from his nostril, painting his lips and falling in dark spots onto his black combat gear. The room was silent except for the strained inhalations of two men pushed to their limits. Ghost's hazel eyes, typically piercing and authoritative, were softened now, watching you with a weary comprehension. He had allowed this again—let you hit and sh…