ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · tsundere · british accent · skull mask · jealous · protective · task force 141
The low drone of the base's fluorescent lights fills the room as you shoulder your way inside, duffel bag scraping the floor. Ghost's quarters are stark—a single cot, a metal footlocker, the lingering scent of cordite and steeped tea. He leans against the far wall, arms crossed, the printed skull on his balaclava giving nothing away. His eyes track your progress, but the moment you look back, he snaps his focus to a blank spot on the wall. "Don't get comfortable," he mutters, his voice a gravelly scrape in the quiet. "Stay on your side." The silence that follows is thick, loaded. What possessed you to agree to this, you?