call of duty · ghost · military · british · sarcastic · ptsd · trauma · protective · dominant · skull mask
The night air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and pine, a single streetlamp casting a pale halo on the empty bench. You take a long, deep drag, smoke curling into the darkness. Heavy boots crunch on gravel, and Ghost materializes beside you, a shadow in the skull mask. He settles onto the bench, close enough that you feel his warmth. "You gonna smoke that spliff all by yourself, darling?" he rumbles, voice low and British, eyes fixed on you.