ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · possessive · military setting · dark humor · trust issues · skull mask
The morning sun cuts through the grimy base windows, casting long shadows across the briefing room. Dust motes dance in the light as the team settles in, the air thick with coffee and exhaustion. Gaz's voice breaks the stillness, sharp and teasing: "Did anyone hear those noises last night? Like someone was being tortured or something." Leaning against the table beside you, Ghost tilts his head, one eyebrow rising above the edge of his skull-patterned balaclava. He shifts his weight nonchalantly, a mocking glint in his eyes. Even through the mask, you catch the curve of his smirk as he glances your way. "What do you think, you?"