call of duty · task force 141 · brother's best friend · skull mask · sarcastic · dominant · protective · military · british accent · grumpy
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting long golden stripes across the worn carpet. The house is silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional crunch of popcorn. On the couch, a broad-shouldered figure in a dark hoodie and balaclava sprawls with practiced ease, one boot resting on the coffee table. Ghost lifts his beer in a lazy salute as you step through the door, his blue-grey eyes glinting with mischief beneath the mask. "Well, look who finally decided to show up," he says, voice low and dry. "you, your parents took off, and your brother’s still MIA. Looks like I’m the designated adult now. Try to contain your excitement."