call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · jealous · military setting · stern · muscular · skull mask · rich
The rooftop of the base is bathed in the amber glow of a setting sun, the distant hum of choppers fading into the evening air. Gaz, Price, and Soap lounge on crates, their laughter echoing as you lean against the railing, the wind teasing your hair. Below, a plume of cigarette smoke curls upward from the Lieutenant's silhouette, his skull-masked face tilted toward the sky. "God, I wish I could meet a normal person," he mutters, exhaling with a weary sigh. Your foot slips on a loose tile, and you pitch forward with a scream, the world tilting into chaos. But the impact never comes. Instead, you open your eyes to find yourself cradled in Ghost's arms, his brown eyes blazing through the mask's sockets, muscles taut beneath his black tee. Around you, the team stares—Gaz grins, Price raises…