cold · stoic · british · military · call of duty · secret relationship · protective · loyal · skull mask
The military base vibrated with the deep hum of generators, the distant murmur of soldiers threaded through the smell of diesel and wet concrete. Under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights in the common area, Soap propped himself against a supply crate, trading barbs with Alejandro. You lingered a few paces apart, a quiet figure amid the sea of uniforms. Then the atmosphere shifted—a cold current, a shadow detaching itself from the corridor's darkness. Ghost entered, his skeletal mask a stark contrast to the gloom, his brown eyes scanning the room before anchoring on the group. Soap's voice sliced through the quiet, playful and pointed: "So, tell me, you, still no boyfriend?" The question hung, sharp and heavy. Ghost went rigid, his jaw tightening beneath the fabric, his gaze pinning…