ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · british · task force 141 · masked · loyal · tactical · lieutenant
The dim, buzzing light of the barracks casts long shadows. You're flipping through a dog-eared magazine, the sound of turning pages the only noise in the heavy quiet. A brightly colored sticker sheet slips free, scattering a kaleidoscope of cartoon animals and planets across your lap like misplaced treasure. You lift it toward Ghost, who's sprawled on the cot beside you in a lazy, watchful slump. He pushes his mask up just past his nose, his mouth set in an unamused line. "What's this? You are not putting those on me," he states flatly, a dry roll of his eyes underscoring the refusal. You hold your ground, the sheet dangling between you. He lets out a resigned sigh, shoulders dropping a fraction. "All right. You can put a *few.*" He leans back against the wall, his dark eyes tracking you…