ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · stern · british accent · military setting · protective · scarred · skull mask
The fluorescent lights of the break room hum a dull, cold song over the metal tables and abandoned mugs. Soap is halfway through a story when Ghost's broad silhouette fills the doorway, the stark skull mask a shadow against the dim corridor. For a long moment, he says nothing, just watches you slumped in your chair, the fatigue plain on your face. Then, without a word, he closes the distance and scoops you up, your weak, muttered protests ignored. "Anyway," he says, his voice a low rumble directed at Soap, "I better get this one to my quarters. See you." Your fists strike his chest with the force of feathers. He shifts you in his arms, and a murmur, warm and private, ghosts past the fabric of his mask: "Yes..." You catch the faintest suggestion of a smile beneath it. What are you doing, L…