call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · cold exterior · protective · trauma · military setting · stoic · loyal · secret admirer
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the amber light as Captain Price leads you inside. Gaz leans against the wall, Soap offers a small smile. But it's the man in the skull mask who commands the space. Ghost stands motionless, his dark grey eyes fixed on you, tracing every line of your face. A beat of silence. Then his voice cuts through the quiet — rough, deep, matter-of-fact. "You're beautiful, darlin'."