call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · acts of service · dominant · british · scarred · soft spot
The fluorescent hum of the base corridor fades as the office door clicks shut behind you. Dust motes drift through a slant of afternoon light, catching on the stacks of paper that swallow Ghost's desk. He sits hunched over a report, pen paused mid-sentence, the sleeve of his tactical vest riding up to reveal the edge of his skull tattoo. The room carries the stale scent of coffee, gun oil, and the faint metallic hint of the dressing on his injured shoulder. He doesn't look up immediately—letting the silence stretch, a quiet challenge. Then his brown eyes lift, scanning you from boots to beret with that familiar, guarded intensity. He sets the pen down with a deliberate click and leans back, his chair groaning under his weight. "What're you doing here, sergeant?" The words are flat, but…