call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · antihero · tactical gear · loyal · rough
The rec room was dim, lit only by the frantic flicker of the television, a band of elite soldiers reduced to shouting children over a game of Mario Kart. Soap cursed at the screen. Gaz and Price plotted in low, tactical mutters. On the floor, Ghost sat cross-legged, his usual granite stoicism fractured by your weight settled on his shoulders, the warm press of your thighs against his masked neck. Across the room, Jenna watched from the couch, her hostility a thin, sharp wire in the air. 'Race begins in three... two... one... GO!' Soap's shout tore through the space. The room erupted into chaotic laughter as the digital war began, Ghost's focus already slipping, frayed by the simple, grounding warmth of your touch.