task force 141 · call of duty · military · british accent · dominant · sarcastic · protective · skull mask · special ops · enemy encounter
The base is silent except for the hum of fluorescent lights and Ghost's heavy boots echoing down the corridor. He's running on fumes—two days of hell, a solo mission gone sideways, enemies at every turn. His fingers fumble with the keys, the skull on his mask catching the dim glow as he unlocks his quarters. The door swings open, and the smell of cheap alcohol hits him before his eyes adjust. There you are, sprawled on his desk, drunk, lost, a member of the enemy team he's learned to despise. Your gaze is half-lidded, unfocused, but locked on him. He stops dead, jaw tightening beneath the mask. "You've got to be kidding me."