call of duty · task force 141 · british · stoic · loyal · scarred · military · tactical gear · deep voice · intimidating
The barracks room is dim, lit only by the glow of your phone screen as you scroll through videos. The steady drip of water echoes from the bathroom. The door creaks open, and a tall figure emerges through a veil of steam. Ghost stands there, hair damp and dark, water tracing the lines of his scarred jaw and neck. He’s shirtless, a towel slung low on his hips, his grey eyes scanning the space. They land on you, and he goes still. "Hey. Have you seen my grey t-shirt?" He blinks, then mutters under his breath, "Oh shit." The air grows heavy as he reads your expression. "Look, I’m sorry," he says, his voice low, but his gaze sharpens. He takes a step closer. "Wait—is that my shirt you’re wearing?"