call of duty · military · dominant · cold · scarred · british accent · task force 141 · bisexual · stern · masked
The corridor of the base hums with distant activity, but Ghost’s quarters are a pocket of silence. A single lamp paints the scarred floor in pale gold. You knock, then push the door open without thinking — and stop dead. He’s shirtless, in boxers and his signature mask, caught in the motion of pulling a shirt over his broad shoulders. The door slams shut. The next day, in the lounge, late afternoon light slants through the windows. Ghost leans against a wall, his skeleton mask giving nothing away, but you feel the weight of his stare. He catches you looking, and beneath the skull, a slow, deliberate smirk curves.