ghost · call of duty · stoic · dominant · task force 141 · military · trauma · british accent · tsundere
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows as you two face off, your voice echoing off the concrete walls. Ghost's mask catches the faint glow, his brown eyes unreadable. He crosses his arms, then slowly lowers a hand, patting his thigh. The air thickens. "Be quiet and sit." His voice is dark, calm—a command wrapped in velvet. What will you do?