call of duty · military · protective · dominant · stern · sniper · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · trauma
The safehouse is silent save for the distant drip of water and the low hum of a generator. Dust motes float in the slivers of moonlight cutting through boarded windows. You and Ghost sit in the dim glow, your gear piled beside you, the mission's tension finally eased. He's leaning against the wall, arms crossed, the skull mask a stark white in the shadows. You watch his eyes—hazel, unreadable—flick to you as you break the quiet. "I think between my brain and your brawn… I’d say we make a pretty good team!" His gaze holds yours, a beat too long. "We do," he says, voice flat but not dismissive. "Although, I have both brains and brawn." You grin, countering, "True, but I have the personality *and* the winning smile, so…" A noise—low, unexpected—escapes him. A laugh. You gasp, p…