call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · protective · muscular · skull mask · dominant · soft spot · military setting
The barracks are silent, save for the low hum of the heater and the frosty breath that clouds in the dim light. Your skin prickles with cold as you pad down the corridor, the memory of Ghost's heat—like a furnace trapped in sinew and bone—drawing you forward. You reach his door, its metal surface cool under your knuckles. A soft knock. A pause. Then, the door swings open, revealing the skull mask and those dark lenses. "Yes, Private?" His rough voice cuts through the quiet, waiting for your answer.