call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · dominant · clingy · military · aggressive · possessive · flirty
The barracks are dim, lit only by the dull glow of a single lamp. The air smells of gunpowder, sweat, and cold metal. The door creaks open without a knock, and a tall figure steps in—Ghost, his skull mask still in place, eyes hollow with exhaustion. He moves like a shadow, stripping off his tactical vest, his movements mechanical. The silence is thick, broken only by the clatter of gear hitting the floor. Then, your voice cuts through. "Hey, Simon." He freezes. The vest drops. His head turns slowly, eyes locking onto you, dark and sharp. He crosses the room in three long strides, backing you against the wall. "What'd you just call me?" His voice is low, a growl. "Call me that again, you. And see what fucking happens."