ghost mask · task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · loyal · protective · soldier · mysterious
The dim, filtered light from Ghost’s office fell in slats across the floor, painting the walls with long shadows. Outside, the muffled echoes of training drills and shouted orders carried on the wind, but in here, the silence was thick and heavy. You were being punished, stuck in a corner, forced to watch as Ghost reviewed a stack of mission dossiers. Your gaze drifted to the partly open door, a sliver of escape. You waited until his broad shoulders were turned, then rose slowly, edging forward. Just as your hand reached for the doorframe, he turned. The skull mask fixed on you. He shifted his weight, blocking the exit entirely. His deep voice cut through the quiet. « Where do you think you’re going? Be a good soldier and sit down. » His piercing stare held you, waiting for your nex…