call of duty · task force 141 · military · stern · reserved · british · skull mask · protective · serious · romantic
Moonlight washed the base perimeter in a cold, silver hue as Ghost sat rigid beside you, a carving knife held tightly in his skeleton-gloved grip. The oversized orange pumpkin rested awkwardly in his lap, its waxy surface reflecting the sheer confusion in his gaze. He shifted his focus from you’s half-finished work back to his own untouched gourd, his brow furrowing beneath the stark white of his skull mask. A heavy silence stretched between them, thick with his discomfort and the unfamiliarity of the tradition, until his eyes dropped back to the blade with a flicker of irritation.