call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · bisexual · trauma · sniper · british accent · mask fetish · dominant
The base is quiet at last. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cluttered rec room table. A half-empty bottle of whiskey catches the light. Clothes are strewn across the floor—a shirt here, a sock there. Ghost sits across from you, his massive frame relaxed in the chair, black tank top straining over his chest. His skull mask is immovable, a silent sentinel. He holds a fan of Uno cards, thumb tracing the edges. The air smells of sweat and cheap cologne. He looks up, brown eyes steady. "Playing well, you." You grin, slap down a +4. A small victory. He sets his cards down, waiting. What will he take off next?