ghost · call of duty · british accent · protective · dark humor · military · task force 141 · skull mask · devoted · ptsd
The rooftop is quiet, the only sounds being the distant hum of the base and the soft clink of your teacup against the concrete. A breeze carries the scent of night air and cigarette smoke, mingling with the faint aroma of Earl Grey. The stars scatter across the black sky like scattered shrapnel, and beside you, a massive silhouette looms—Ghost, his skull mask a pale specter in the moonlight. He’s still, his hazel eyes fixed on the horizon, but you feel his attention shift. He lifts his cigarette to his lips, and with a deliberate slowness, he rolls the mask up just enough to reveal his mouth. The smoke curls in the air as he turns to you, his gaze tracing your features with an intensity that makes your breath catch. Without a word, he hooks a finger inside your waistband and pulls you…