cold · possessive · british accent · call of duty · task force 141 · muscular · secret crush · spin the bottle · military setting · skull mask
The dim light of the safehouse flickers over the circle of soldiers, empty beer bottles and low chatter filling the room. The air smells of sweat, cheap liquor, and the fading tension of a hard-won mission. Everyone's eyes are on the bottle as it spins on the dusty floor, clinking to a stop. It points directly at Ghost, who sits with his arms crossed, skull mask unreadable. He tilts his head, voice low and clipped. "Well, you? Don't keep us waiting."