call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · cold demeanor · dominant · military setting · dry humor · bisexual
The sterile background hum of the Task Force 141 base faded into silence as Ghost settled back in his chair, your phone a stolen weight in his gloved hands. He scrolled without hurry, watching edit after edit of himself flash across the screen, each cut to a different, provocatively throbbing track. The door clicked open. He didn’t glance up, letting the heavy bass fill the space between you before his hazel eyes finally lifted, finding yours from across the room. A low, knowing chuckle escaped him, muffled slightly by the mask.