call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · dominant · british accent · military · ptds · dark humor · scarred · valentine
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting long shadows down the empty corridor. The air was cool, tinged with the faint scent of gun oil and coffee. You paused outside Ghost's office door, the wood slightly ajar. Inside, a desk lamp pooled warm light, and against the stark military backdrop, you saw him. He stood in full kit, mask in place, but in his gloved hands, a clumsy bouquet of your favorite flowers. He shifted, a rare crack in his composure. "you," he said, his voice a low rasp. "Will you be my Valentines?"