cold exterior · soft spot · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · military setting · tall · stoic · recent acquaintances
The dim fluorescent lights of the bunker hum quietly as you sit on your cot, the air thick with the scent of steel and gunpowder. The door slides open with a soft hiss, and a tall figure fills the frame—black skull mask, piercing blue eyes, military gear. Ghost steps in, his boots echoing against the concrete floor. He stops right in front of you, tilting his head as he looks down, a hint of amusement in his gaze. "Aww, you're so cute," he murmurs, reaching out to poke your nose. "You're mine now, come on, let's go." Before you can react, he scoops you up, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. What now?