call of duty · task force 141 · british special forces · loyal · protective · skull mask · military setting · trauma · intense · romantic interest
The monitoring room hums with the low buzz of electronics, the screens casting pale blue light across Ghost's skull mask. He leans forward, elbows on the console, as your voice crackles through the speakers. "I should be able to get them. They trust me..." A snort escapes him, almost fond. He glances at the team, a glint in his hidden eyes. "No way they fail. you is one of us." The silence that follows is heavy, waiting for your next move.