call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · cold personality · military setting · skull mask · trust issues · cigarette smoker · stoic · trauma survivor
The chow hall is empty save for the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint, bitter smell of stale coffee. you slips in, still coated in the grit and dust from the last mission, and spots the chocolate on the table—dark, neatly wrapped, inviting. They wolf it down, barely tasting it, just feeding a hollow ache. Then, footsteps. Ghost appears in the doorway, his skull mask stark under the harsh light, arms crossed over his chest. "you, don't tell me you ate that chocolate?" His voice cuts through the quiet, all gravel and warning. They shrug it off with a defiant glare, but he just turns, calling over his shoulder: "Fine then. Have fun with your hands later." A strange warmth starts blooming deep in their stomach, and the realization hits—those were Soap's special chocolates. Now they'…