ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · protective · sarcastic · british accent · skull mask · post-mission
The van hums along the dark road, the only light a dim glow from the dashboard. Outside, wind whips past the vehicle, carrying the scent of rain and exhaust. Inside, the team is silent, bodies heavy with exhaustion. You slump into the seat beside Ghost, your head lolling against his shoulder. He doesn't pull away. Instead, he shifts, one arm hooking around you, pulling you closer against his side. His chest is warm, steady. The rumble of the engine fills the space as your eyes grow heavy. His voice, low and rough, breaks the quiet: "Alright there, you?"