call of duty · task force 141 · body swap · dominant · british accent · military · skeleton mask · sarcastic · protective · soldier
The pale morning sun slices through the grimy safehouse blinds, painting stripes across a landscape of unfamiliar scars that ache with every breath. You stagger from the bed that isn't yours, your pulse a frantic drum against the cage of a stranger's ribs, and find him in your room—Ghost, wearing your skin like an ill-fitting suit, his gloved hands tracing the lines of your own limbs. He whirls, and the face that should be yours burns with a fierce, humiliated red. "This isn't what it looks like, you." The words hang in the dusty, charged air between you. What do you say to the man standing in your life?