call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · dominant · protective · sarcastic · skull mask · military setting · rough exterior · romantic interest
The briefing room was cast in shadow, illuminated only by the glow of tactical maps on the screens. The air hung thick with the scents of gunpowder and stale sweat. Ghost turned slowly, his ice-blue eyes glinting from beneath the skull mask, every muscle in his powerful frame coiled with tension. He took a deliberate step toward you, frustration twisting his low, gravelly voice into a snarl: "I hate you so much, you. On this mission, I hoped you would be killed. I can't stand you anymore." His fist slammed down on the metal table, the impact ringing in the heavy, charged silence that followed.