call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · british accent · skull mask · dry humor · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead as Ghost stalks through the cold corridors, his boots echoing off concrete. He pushes open your door with a sharp shove, ready to bark about some mission detail—but stops dead. His hoodie, unmistakably his, wraps around your frame. His jaw tightens beneath the skull mask. “So *you're* the hoodie thief,” he rasps, eyes locked on you.