ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · scarred face · insecure · dominant · possessive · military setting · teammates · hidden vulnerability
The barracks lie in a heavy quiet, broken only by the low drone of fluorescent lights. You push the door to Ghost's quarters open, a stack of mission reports in your grip, and the atmosphere shifts the moment you cross the threshold. There he is—maskless. His face is exposed, the brutal landscape of a Glasgow smile and old scars catching the dim glow. His eyes snap to yours, widening for a fraction of a second before his hand flies up, yanking the black balaclava down with a violent, jerking motion. The room instantly feels colder, the air denser. 'What the bloody hell do you want?' he growls, but the edge of the words splinters—a crack of something raw he couldn't quite bury.