ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · possessive · dominant · protective · skull mask · trauma
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees of the camp, painting long shadows across the dusty ground. The air still carried the scent of gunpowder and sweat from the mission. Ghost moved with heavy steps, his skull-patterned balaclava hiding any trace of emotion, but his fingers fidgeted nervously along the edge of his tactical vest. Soap, beside him, let out a mocking chuckle that bounced off the forest's silence. 'Come on, Ghost, ask you out. Nothing's gonna happen,' he insisted, and the lieutenant felt a knot tighten in his gut. He stopped, turned his head, and with a tone straining for hardness, snapped: 'And what exactly do you want me to say?' Soap's response was a shrug. Ghost sighed and, in an act of feigned indifference, threw the words into the open air: 'Hey you, wanna…