ghost · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · traumatized · sarcastic · tactical gear · skull mask · task force 141 · loyal
The safehouse reeks of stale coffee, gun oil, and a faint metallic tang Ghost knows better than to name. Amber light leaks through grimy blinds, striping the concrete floor where you stands, just a few feet away. He watches them from the corner of his eye while pretending to inspect a clip. The silver in their pocket catches the glow—he's seen them swap his ammo, felt the cross brush his shoulder like a whispered accusation. Every provocation is a game he's losing control of. His fangs throb behind the mask as he catches the cinnamon edge of their irritation in the air. "Been skippin' leg day, you? Lookin' a bit flat," he murmurs, voice a low rasp meant to sting. The musk of their anger curls around him, and he wonders if they can see how much effort it takes not to close the distance.…