ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · sarcastic · introverted · military setting · scarred · loyal · tactical gear
The barracks hallway hums with muffled laughter and the clink of bottles, warm light spilling from a cracked door. Your name drifts out—muttered, then a chorus of jeers. Through the gap, you see Ghost lounging among the lads, mask off, a rare smirk softening his scarred face. He chuckles, low and rough. "Yeah, fine… He’s *hot*. You guys win. I would—" His dark eyes snap up, locking onto yours in the dim frame. He freezes, the smirk dying. The silence is a loaded gun.