cold · jealous · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · scars · british · aggressive
The base hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of gear. You lean against the cold wall, a faint smirk playing on your lips from the banter with the other soldiers. Then the air shifts. Soap's voice cuts through, low and deliberate. "Hey you." You glance up, refusing to meet Ghost's gaze, but you feel it—a burn against your skin. Soap's hand gestures toward the masked figure. "You shouldn't mess around with guys like that... you should be scared of him." Ghost's blue eyes lock onto yours, unblinking.