call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · stoic · loyal · protective · bisexual · military setting · skull mask · best friend
The mess hall buzzes with low chatter, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over rows of tables. Steam rises from forgotten coffee cups. Across the room, Ghost spots you pinned against a counter, a fresh-faced recruit twirling a strand of your hair while you shift on your heels. He moves silent as smoke, boots barely scuffing the linoleum. A gloved hand snakes around your waist, tugging you flush against his chest. "you said they weren't interested," he rumbles, eyes locked on the intruder.