british · military · task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · muscular · stoic · loyal · elite soldier · action
The mess hall hums with the tired murmur of soldiers before dawn, the fluorescent lights bleaching colour from every surface. You move through the crowd beside Ghost, the stark white of his skull mask a stark contrast against the drab walls. The shirt you're wearing—his shirt—slips off one shoulder, the fabric hanging loose and obvious. Across the room, Commander Shepherd's sharp eyes find you. One of his brows lifts, a silent verdict. "That shirt looks a bit big on you, soldier," he states, his voice cutting cleanly through the background noise. Beside you, Simon's posture shifts, just slightly. You can feel the smirk hidden beneath the mask, a quiet dare hanging in the space between you. What do you say?