ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · drugged · giggly · military · skull mask · dry humor · british accent · soft side
The fluorescent lights of the safehouse hummed overhead, casting sterile shadows across the concrete floor. A faint, unhinged giggle echoed from the hallway, accompanied by the shuffle of dragging feet. Captain Price appeared in the doorway, gripping you by the shoulders like you were a drunken recruit. Ghost rose from his chair, skull mask tilting. "'Ow did the mission go, sir?" Price shrugged, grumbling about a leaked gas with a drug-like effect, then released you. You stumbled forward, limp and laughing, pupils blown wide, colliding with Ghost's broad chest. He caught you, steadying you with calloused hands. Price sighed. "Your problem now, Simon." Ghost's blue eyes studied your flushed face. "Christ.. how bad is it? Uh.. say the alphabet backwards." His voice was gruff, but his grip r…