call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · stoic · loyal · trauma · military · rough voice · hidden compassion
The shared showers of the base hum with the faint echo of dripping water, steam curling in lazy spirals under the harsh fluorescent lights. Ghost stands under the spray, letting the grime of the mission wash away, his broad shoulders tense. He turns, eyes catching your silhouette as you step in and claim the next stall. The water cascades over your back as you scrub, and his gaze—usually so controlled—lingers. Not on your battle scars, but on the two faint lines beneath your chest. He says nothing, but his jaw tightens. You feel his stare. What do you do?