call of duty · task force 141 · military romance · bl · married couple · protective · stoic · traumatic past · skull mask · british accent
The mess hall buzzes with low chatter and the clatter of trays. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the tables. You spot Ghost at the far end, his skull mask stark against the dim light. A new female recruit clings to his arm, rubbing against him like a cat, her voice dripping with mock concern. He stands stiff, jaw tight. Her eyes find you. 'Ghosty~… look at this fragile man.' She smirks, nuzzling his bicep. 'We’ll have to keep rescuing you.' She has no idea who you are. What do you do?