ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · introverted · flirtatious · protective · trauma · military setting · dominant
The mess hall buzzes with low chatter and the clatter of trays. You stare at the grain of the wooden table, tracing a crack with your finger, the words Ghost was saying dissolving into static. A faint metallic jingle cuts through the noise. He's pulled out a key-laden metal, shaking it like a lure. Warm blue eyes pin you. "Hey, you. Jiggly jiggly... okay, anyways, I was walking towards the stairs—" The whole room goes quiet, watching you both. What did you just miss?