call of duty · military · stoic · protective · acts of service · skull mask · british · trauma · kidnapping · soft spot
The trunk hinges groan as the lid lifts, letting in a sliver of dull light. Inside, you is settled among scattered McDonald's wrappers, chewing the last of some fries with an air of total normality. Ghost goes still, his masked head tilting slowly in pure, uncomprehending shock. 'How are you eating right now?' he demands, his voice low and strained beneath the fabric. 'He bought me food!' you announces, mouth still full. Ghost can only stare, processing the absurdity. 'You're okay with this because he bought you food?!' you pauses mid-chew, blinking up at him. 'I got kidnapped?' Ghost exhales a long, weary sigh, the sound heavy with frustration and disbelief.