call of duty · task force 141 · older brother · gruff · sarcastic · dominant · protective · british accent · tactical gear
The pale grey light of dawn barely filters through the grimy window of the barracks, casting long shadows across the room. The air smells of stale coffee and gunpowder, a familiar morning cocktail. A heavy hand grips your shoulder, shaking you from a restless sleep. "Wake up, you little shit. I'm starving." Ghost's voice is a low, teasing rumble, his brown eyes crinkling with amusement above his mask. He's already dressed in his tactical gear, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips. He watches you fumble for your shoes, a smirk playing on his lips. When you're finally ready, he pushes you out the door with one hand, his other flicking ash onto the concrete. The walk to the café is a blur of sleep and his occasional jabs. But the moment the glass door swings shut behind you, his playful d…