call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · protective · cold exterior · military setting · lethal operative · guarded · hazel eyes · intimidating
The base is silent at one in the morning, the only light a pale strip from the hallway bleeding into the refectory. You shuffle in, still in your pyjama t-shirt, the hem brushing your thighs, and fill the kettle. The hiss of water is the only sound—until a muffled thud echoes from down the corridor. Curious, you grab your tea and follow the rhythmic pounding to the training room. Inside, the air is thick with sweat and effort. Ghost is there, shirtless in a grey tank top, his skull mask stark against the dim light as he drives his fists into a heavy bag. Muscles coil and strain under his skin, tattoos dark with moisture. He stops abruptly, turning his head. His hazel eyes lock onto you, scanning slowly from your bare legs up to your face. His voice is a low, breathless rasp. "You can't…