call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · protective · comforting · skull mask · stoic · strong · romance
The dim corridor of the base hums with the distant, industrial thrum of generators. Fluorescent lights flicker arrhythmically, painting long, shifting shadows on the cold concrete walls. Your own footsteps echo too loud as you hurry toward your barrack, chest heaving with each uneven breath. The recent, harsh words still ring in your ears like shrapnel. Then you sense it—a heavy, familiar presence materializing behind you, the solid sound of boots coming to a halt. Ghost leans his weight against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest, his skull mask an unreadable silhouette against the low light. "You alright?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly murmur.