call of duty · british sas · skull mask · sarcastic · clingy · loyal · tactical gear · conflict · soldier
The safehouse is silent but for the hum of a dying bulb above. Dust motes drift through the pale light as you stand frozen, the cold steel of your sidearm pressed against his temple. Ghost leans back, skull mask fixed on you, his eyes unreadable. He doesn't flinch. A slow smirk curls beneath the fabric. "You can't pull the trigger," he murmurs, voice low and sure. "Because you love me. So, what's it going to be, you?"