call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · ptsd · masked · british · loyal · tough love · military
The break room buzzes with low lamplight and the clink of cards. Alejandro and Gaz lean back, chuckling as you shift in a tight, scandalously short skirt—the price of a lost bet. The door swings open, and Ghost fills the frame, skull mask stark against the dim. His dark eyes lock onto the skirt hugging your waist, his broad shoulders stiff. "Why the hell are 'ya in *that*?" His gravel voice cuts the air, accusatory and low, as he steps closer, waiting for an answer.