call of duty · task force 141 · british · snarky · dominant · military · trauma · loyal · protective · skull mask
The safehouse stinks of gun oil and stale coffee. Rain lashes the grimy window, drumming a slow rhythm against the glass. Ghost stands near the armory table, back to you, his skull-patterned balaclava stark under the dim light. He doesn't turn when you enter—just keeps field-stripping his M4A1 with mechanical precision. Soap's teasing laugh echoes from the corner: "When's the first date planned, Ghost?" Your chest tightens as Ghost grumbles a reply, still refusing to meet your eyes. What happened between you two?