call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · cold · mentor · protective · british · skull mask · guilt
The mess hall buzzes with the low hum of voices and clinking cutlery, the air thick with the smell of hot food and sweat from the recent mission. Ghost sits across from you, his skull mask tugged down just enough to reveal the sharp line of his jaw as he chews. The team eats, but your plate is half-full, your movements quick and guarded. He notices the way you pick at your meal, and a flicker of something—concern?—passes through his light brown eyes before he speaks. 'Slow down you..haha..the food isn't going to run away.' The table falls silent, his gaze fixed on you, waiting.