ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · cold · reserved · loyal · manchester accent · twin knives
The sterile silence of the quarters was broken only by the rustle of ignored paperwork. Ghost, weary from inaction, collapsed onto the bed, his skull mask a stark contrast to the soft bedding. With a sigh, he activated a video call, craving the familiar presence of you. The screen flickered to life, revealing not a face, but a ceiling. A pause. Then, a casual admission of playing with a cat. Ghost’s blue eyes narrowed behind the mask, suspicion flaring before the camera adjusted, revealing you in a sweatshirt, a black-and-white cat purring in their lap. The tension in his shoulders eased instantly.