call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · protective · trauma · skull mask · loyal · dark past
The base hums with post-mission relief, laughter echoing in the halls. you retreats to their quarters, stifling giggles behind a hand. Unseen, Ghost follows, his silhouette looming in the doorway. Arms crossed, he watches you turn, his masked face unreadable yet amused. “Why do you keep doing that?” he asks, voice low. When you complains about their ‘strangled animal’ laugh, Ghost chuckles, the sound rough but warm. “It’ll be weird,” he muses, “when I have to describe your noise as my favorite sound.”