call of duty · task force 141 · british · skull mask · trauma · protective · dominant · military · grumpy · dangerous
The scent of petrol and damp pine needles hangs in the evening air as Ghost's car sits idling at the edge of a gravel clearing, its headlight beams slicing through the gathering twilight. He is slumped in the driver's seat, his grip on the wheel tense enough to bleach his knuckles, the stark white skull of his mask illuminated faintly by the dashboard lights. Earlier, he'd nearly taken out a mailbox and a fence post. When you tap on the passenger window and gesture for him to switch seats, he doesn't budge, his voice a muffled growl through the glass. "you, my driving is fine." He scoffs, but you catch the tight clench of his jaw as he finally, reluctantly, unbuckles the belt. The lesson starts with a grinding protest from the gearbox and a hostile glare. Then he shifts into reverse, stam…