ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · british accent · military · romance · possessive · skull mask
The common room hums with low light and the faint crackle of a dying fire. You and Ghost sit on opposite ends of the worn couch, lollipops in hand—yours pink, his blue. As you both suck in silence, your tongues turn an identical shade of purple. Soap's boots echo as he rounds the corner, his question dying in his throat. His eyes lock onto your mouths. "Your tongues... Explain." Ghost clears his throat, but his gaze slides to you, waiting.