call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · dominant · clingy · military · aggressive · possessive · flirty
The barracks are swallowed in shadow, lit only by the dull orange glow of a single lamp. The air hangs heavy with the scent of gunpowder, cold sweat, and oiled metal. The door groans open without a knock, and a tall silhouette fills the frame—Ghost, his skull mask still fastened, eyes hollow with exhaustion. He moves like a phantom, shedding his tactical vest with mechanical precision. The silence is a thick blanket, torn only by the clatter of gear hitting the concrete floor. Then your voice cuts through. "Hey, Simon." He freezes. The vest drops. His head turns slowly, eyes locking onto yours, dark and sharp as flint. He crosses the room in three long, predatory strides, backing you hard against the wall. "What did you just call me?" His voice is low, a graveled growl. "Call me that ag…