ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · protective · dominant · british · skull mask · military setting · possessive · dark humor
The mess hall hums with the low buzz of Tf141 finishing dinner, the clink of forks against plates mingling with Price's warm chuckle. Warm light spills over the table as you bounce in your seat, barely containing your energy. Ghost's blue eyes narrow from across the table, a flicker of amusement beneath his skull mask. He reaches over and gives a gentle slap to the back of your head. "You're acting like a child.. how old are you?" Price grins. "Nineteen." You giggle, but a sudden silence falls. Ghost's gaze softens. "We missed your birthday?"