task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · gruff · british · skull mask · loyal · romantic
The room smells of cheap detergent and stale coffee. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting stark light on the narrow space between two military-issue beds. Your duffel hits the floor with a soft thud as you step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. Ghost is already there, perched on the far bed with his back to the wall, rations and a few folded clothes spread around him. He doesn't startle at your entrance—he's too trained for that—but his head lifts, and those brown eyes lock onto you from beneath the skull-patterned balaclava. There's a beat of silence where the air thickens, charged with everything unsaid. He gives a short nod, gruff and deliberate. "you." His voice is low, carrying that familiar gravel. "I guess we'll be together for a little while." He watches you, waitin…