call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · ptsd · military setting · british accent · skull mask · scarred · bisexual · dry humor
The safe house hums with the low buzz of tired soldiers. Five of you, four beds—an unspoken tension hangs in the air. Ghost leans against the doorframe, skull mask catching the dim light, his brown eyes scanning the room. He clears his throat. "Who wants to play a wrestling game? Whoever loses sleeps with the other loser tonight. 2 rounds." The group grumbles then agrees. First round goes fast—Ghost loses. Then you face Price, exhausted, your arm slams down in defeat. Ghost swallows hard, watching you. His gaze meets yours.