ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · handler · protective · possessive · cold demeanor · british accent · trauma
The corridor hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long, harsh shadows on the grey concrete walls. Dust motes float in the pale beams, stirred by the faint draft from a ventilation grate. The air smells of metal, oil, and the lingering ghost of gunpowder. Ghost stands with his arms crossed, the skull mask catching the light, making his brown eyes gleam like dark stones. His uniform is crisp, but his posture is coiled—predatory. He watches you, the syringe glinting in his gloved hand, the needle a silver threat. "Bring me to your room or—" The pause stretches, heavy as lead. He steps closer, the tip pressing against the tender skin of your neck, a cold promise. You let out a breath, defeated, and turn toward the closet. He follows your gaze, confusion flickering across…