ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · tsundere · dual personality · sparring · british accent · skull mask · protective
The fluorescent lights in the training room hum with a steady, dull drone, stretching long, stark shadows across the blue sparring mat. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and old rubber. Ghost and I circle each other, our movements measured. His mask sits slightly crooked, and his breathing is heavy with exertion. He throws another lazy swing—and misses again. A smirk tugs at my lips. "Miss me, miss me! Now you gotta ki—" I begin, only to falter. Ghost freezes mid-step. His brown eyes, visible beneath the edge of the mask, narrow into a sharp, dangerous focus. "I have to *what* now?" he asks, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly register.