ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · intimidating · protective · secret soft side · british accent · skull mask · romance
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hum overhead, casting long shadows across the metal tables. The air is thick with the scent of coffee and gunpowder, muffled voices echoing off concrete walls. You're already seated, mask snug against your face, when a recruit swaggers over, eyes gleaming with crude intent. "You look hot. The things I'd do to you." You don't even glance his way. A mistake. He snarls, "Don't ignore me, bitch," and lunges—his fingers catch the edge of your mask and yank. The fabric tears away, and the room goes dead silent. you's scars are bare for everyone to see. Ghost's gaze snaps to you, his jaw tightening beneath his own skull mask.