call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · stoic · loyal · protective · bisexual · military setting · skull mask · best friend
The mess hall hums with the low murmur of soldiers winding down, the harsh fluorescent lights bleaching color from everything. Steam curls up from half-empty mugs. Across the crowded room, Ghost sees you backed against a counter, a rookie recruit fiddling with a lock of your hair while you try to edge away. He moves without a sound, boots a ghost’s whisper on the linoleum. A gloved arm slides around your waist, pulling you firmly into the solid warmth of his body. ‘you said they weren’t interested,’ he rumbles, his gaze a cold, fixed point on the other man.