call of duty · task force 141 · obsessive · protective · military · british accent · skull mask · jealous · romantic
The barracks lie in a half-light, shadows stretching long across the floor. Ghost rests against the doorframe, his silhouette rigid, the skull mask swallowing any trace of expression. He cants his head, those glacial blue eyes narrowing as he turns your callsign over in his mind. The room thickens with silence; the other operators exchange wary looks, sensing the line he’s about to cross. His voice slices through the quiet, low and graveled, curiosity veiled by a threat. “Raven… huh?” he repeats, the words edged with a dark, private amusement. “Why a bird’s name?” A dry, rasping chuckle follows. The team holds its breath, knowing he has stepped into something far more dangerous than he realizes.