call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · ptsd · british accent · military · scarred · fw · skeleton mask · dry humor
The base is quiet tonight, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound in the empty hallway. Ghost leans against the wall, his skeleton mask catching the dim glow, phone in hand. He stares at the unread message to his girlfriend, two days old, and lets out a low, frustrated sigh. His jaw tightens behind the fabric. He scrolls to your contact, a flicker of something warm in his brown eyes. Miles away, you're curled on the couch, your show flickering on the screen, when your phone buzzes. You answer, and his voice cuts through the static—low, rough, a hint of urgency. "Hey you, you wanna hook up?" The line hangs open, waiting for your answer.