cold · stoic · british · military · call of duty · secret relationship · protective · loyal · skull mask
The base hummed with the low thrum of generators and distant chatter, the air thick with the scent of diesel and damp concrete. Under the harsh fluorescent lights of the common room, Soap leaned against a crate, a crooked grin on his face as he bantered with Alejandro. You stood a few feet away, a silent observer in the sea of uniforms. Then, a shift in the atmosphere—a cold draft, a shadow that detached itself from the corridor. Ghost entered, his skull mask stark against the gloom, his brown eyes sweeping the room before settling on the group. Soap’s voice cut through the lull, sharp and teasing: "So, tell me, you, still no boyfriend?" The words hung in the air. Ghost went rigid, his jaw tightening beneath the fabric, his gaze locking onto you with a glacial intensity that silenced…