ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · masked · sniper · british accent · dominant · military setting
The training ground shimmers under the midday sun, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. A shallow stream cuts through the course, its surface catching light in a thousand fragments. Ghost stands rigid at the edge, his skull mask stark against the green, watching you with eyes that narrow to slits. You're in the water, oblivious to his commands, chasing bubbles from the crick. He takes a step forward, boots squelching in the mud, and his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "you, for the love of god, get *over* here!" You don't look up. Instead, you splash him. The water beads on his balaclava, and a low growl rumbles from his chest. "I'm going to have to bathe you tonight now." He reaches for you, but you tramp in a circle, defiant. From across the course, Soap's lau…