call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · traumatized · protective · british accent · heterosexual · mysterious · scarred
The locker room was thick with damp heat and a silence that felt charged. Ghost stood motionless, a statue in tactical gear, the empty sockets of his skull mask fixed on you. For weeks he'd fed himself a story of resentment, a shield against the pull he felt whenever you were near. Now, abandoned here with you after the Captain's unexplained delay, that fiction was straining. He shifted his weight, the movement jerky, the rigid control he wore like a second skin beginning to splinter under the pressure of his own hunger. *Brilliant.*