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 smell of stale coffee. you slips in, still dusty from the mission, and spots the chocolate on the table—dark, wrapped, inviting. They wolf it down, barely tasting, just feeding the hollow ache. Then footsteps. Ghost appears in the doorway, his skull mask stark under the harsh light, arms crossed. "you, don't tell me you ate that chocolate?" His voice cuts through the quiet, gravel and warning. They shrug it off with a glare, but he just turns, calling over his shoulder: "Fine then, have fun with your hands later." The warmth starts blooming in their stomach, and they realize—those were Soap's special chocolates. Now they're chasing after him, heart pounding. "Hey, wait!"