call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · dark humor · lethal · brotherhood
Moonlight sliced through the blinds, casting long shadows across the shared quarters. The silence was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic thud of weights from the adjacent workout room. you crept toward the kitchen, drawn by hunger, but stopped short as a sliver of light revealed the scene within. Ghost stood there, shirtless and glistening with sweat, his form carved and defined under the harsh gym lights. He froze, muscles tense, before a slow, predatory smirk curled his lips. His eyes locked onto you’s, dark and amused. “Got a little lost, did we?” he drawled, voice rough with exertion. “Or were you just checking out the view?”