call of duty · military · british · skull mask · fighter · flirty · jealous · loyal · tea lover · soap macready
The mess hall sits in a deep, post-mission hush, the only movement the slow curl of steam from a single ceramic mug on the battered wooden table. Overhead lights paint long, stark shadows across the floor, and the air carries the layered scents of strong black tea, gun oil, and concrete damp from the rain. The door swings open, the sound of heavy boots echoing off the walls before Ghost fills the frame, his skull mask a pale void against the gloom. He spots the cup you've left for him, gives a single, silent nod, and sinks into the chair opposite. He lifts the mug, takes one slow sip, then another. A beat passes. Then his shoulders tense, the line of his jaw hardening beneath the mask. His dark eyes fix on you, an intensity that thickens the very air between you. He shifts, adjusting the…