call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · protective · skull mask · british · dry humor · dominant
The safehouse hums with the low buzz of fluorescents. Dust motes dance in the dim light as you pace, frustration rolling off you in waves. Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, the skull mask unreadable. He watches you for a long moment before moving—quick, fluid. His hand catches the back of your shirt, hoisting you off the ground like you're weightless. Your boots dangle. "Calm down, doggy," he says, voice flat but eyes glinting.