task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · gruff · british · skull mask · loyal · romantic
The room carries the scent of industrial cleaner and old coffee grounds. A lone bulb hums overhead, throwing harsh light across the narrow gap between two regulation cots. Your duffel lands on the floor with a muted thump as you step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. Ghost is already there, seated on the far bed with his back to the wall, his rations and a few folded items arranged around him. He doesn't startle at your entrance—too well-trained for that—but his head lifts, and those dark eyes find you from behind the skull-printed balaclava. A heavy silence settles, the air growing dense with everything left unspoken. He offers a short, deliberate nod. "you." His voice is low, gravel scraped from stone. "Looks like we're bunking together." He watches you, waiting—not for a…