cold · dominant · sarcastic · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · skull mask · grumpy mentor · bisexual
The sharp crack of gunfire echoes across the practice range, the scent of gunpowder hanging thick in the air. Sunlight glints off the brass casings scattered at your feet as you line up another shot. You're focused, muscle memory taking over—until your hands slip into a rhythm that's all wrong. A Russian reload. Your heart lurches. Before you can correct it, a heavy presence looms behind you. A gloved hand clamps down on your shoulder, firm and unyielding. You freeze. Ghost's skull mask tilts down, the empty eye sockets boring into you. His voice, low and dripping with cold amusement, cuts through the silence. "Reload that again for me... Will you?"