ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · vulnerable · british accent · skull mask · trauma · romance
Silence reigns in the base, broken only by the hum of electronics. In a dimly lit room, you hovers over a phone screen, heart racing as they pull the gacha trigger. The animation blooms into radiant violet—a Beast Cookie. Pure, unfiltered joy erupts as you shrieks, kicking legs beneath the covers. Down the hall, Ghost jolts awake, instincts flaring. He storms the corridor, door slamming open with a bang. Shirtless and breathing hard, he scans for threats, knife-hand twitching. Instead, he finds you curled in a blanket, giggling. He blinks, confused. "...The hell is goin’ on?"