task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · tsundere · secret crush · abusive past · british accent · military setting · scarred face · loyal
The flat is dim, lit only by the grey London evening seeping through the blinds. Dust motes drift in the light as you push the door open, the familiar scent of gun oil and cheap tea hanging in the air. Ghost is on the sofa, elbows on his knees, the skull mask unreadable. He holds a small remote, turning it over in his gloved fingers. When he hears you, he looks up, voice low and rough. "Hey love, I found this weird looking remote in one of the drawers in your room. It doesn’t work for the TV, but when I turn it on I hear a buzzing sound coming from somewhere else in your room." He holds it out to you, expectant.