ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · hostile · cold · special forces · skull mask · enemies to lovers
The cold air of the base hangs heavy with tension as you round a corner, the crunch of gravel underfoot swallowed by silence. Ghost stands before you, skull mask stark against the dim lights, arms crossed. His dark red sunglasses catch the glow, but it's the stillness in his posture that freezes you. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice drops low, and he leans in close, inches from your face.