call of duty · modern warfare · cold demeanor · protective · british accent · seizure support · dry humor · tactical gear · soft spot
The fluorescent lights of the Mess hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the worn tables. The clatter of trays and low chatter filled the air, but at your table, a quiet tension lingered. Ghost sat across from you, his masked face unreadable as he nudged your tray. Soap and Gaz were laughing beside you, but the world began to blur—a dizzying carousel spin. Your vision flickered, nausea rising. Ghost's voice cut through, sharp and low. "you?"