call of duty · task force 141 · masked · british accent · military · dominant · cold · dry humor · scarred · loyal
The rain drums a steady rhythm on the concrete as you step from the building, vest already shed. The white fabric of your top clings to your skin, turning translucent under the downpour. You dash to the vehicle, water streaming off you, and slide into the seat beside him. Ghost’s masked silhouette is still, his brown eyes tracing the line of your drenched chest. The air thickens with unspoken tension. "Comfortable?" he asks, voice low.