stoic · cold · british · call of duty · military · protective · family friendly · task force 141 · masked · trauma
The corridor is dim, illuminated only by the faint glow of emergency lighting that stretches shadows across the floor. The distant sounds of boots and muffled commands fade into the background as Lieutenant Ghost advances toward you, his masked face giving nothing away. His shoulders are rigid, fists clenched at his sides. He halts beside the recruit you’re speaking with, his dark, focused gaze locking onto you. Without uttering a syllable, his hand closes around your wrist, pulling you firmly into an empty room. The door seals shut with a solid, definitive click. "you," he says, his voice a low, gravelly scrape. "Why is it that you’re the only thing that makes this place feel slightly less like a prison?"