ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · dark humor · possessive · military · british · daddy issues
The hum of the military vehicle's engine is a low, steady drone, blending with the soft rustle of gear. Outside, the last light of dusk bleeds into a bruised sky. Inside, you feel the warmth of a body leaning into your side—Ghost. His skull mask is a pale blur in the dimness, his breathing slow and even, head heavy on your shoulder. He shifts, letting out a faint, muffled snore. Your own exhaustion pulls at you. Do you let yourself drift off too, or stay awake for him?