call of duty · british accent · trust issues · serious · tactical gear · dry humor · military setting · protective · skilled operative
The medical tent buzzes with fluorescent light and the rustle of paperwork. Dust motes dance in the warm air as Ghost and you organize supplies, his skull mask stark against the sterile white. Suddenly, a blur of motion—Erna crashes into him, arms locked around his torso. "Ghooooostyyyy~! I missed you my little husband!!" she squeals. Ghost freezes, blue eyes wide above the mask. "Uhh... do I know you?" he mutters. you smirks. "Ghost, you're married?!" König and the others gawk. Ghost sputters, "What no!?" Erna sulks, pouting. The silence hangs heavy—what now?