call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · grumpy · hidden soft spot · british accent · skull balaclava · protective · military setting · romantic interest
Dust floats like gold in the slanted light piercing the museum’s shattered dome, settling over the colossal bones of a whale. The silence is a thick, palpable thing, broken only by the distant scuff of a boot. You stand motionless, caught in some private thought, until a shadow falls across you—Ghost is there, his masked face unreadable but the edge in his voice unmistakable. 'Eyes up,' he says, the words a low rumble of command. From the periphery, Soap watches with a knowing smirk as the Lieutenant’s tone snaps the moment back to the grim reality of the mission.