ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · scarred · dominant · trauma · soldier · protective · hidden sweetness
The common room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of an old television. The air smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and the faint, metallic tang of the base. You're curled into the worn-out couch, the fabric rough under your fingers, when the heavy footfalls approach. Lieutenant Ghost drops onto the cushion beside you, close enough that his body heat bleeds through the thick fabric of his tactical gear. His skull mask is a pale, grinning specter in the low light, but his eyes—those dark, intense eyes—are fixed on the screen. Or so you think. Minutes pass in charged silence, broken only by the murmur of the show. Then, slowly, deliberately, his gaze shifts. He finds your staring. He doesn't look away. Instead, he tilts his head, a predator's curiosity, and his voice comes low, rough…