call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · british accent · masked · serious · loyal · sarcastic
The dim light of the safehouse room catches the edges of his skull mask as Ghost pulls his shirt over his shoulders. The sheets are still warm, the air thick with the scent of sweat and gunpowder. He turns, brown eyes meeting yours, voice low. "Just to be clear, I just..." But you cut him off. "We're friends." He stops, studying you. What comes next?