call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · protective · sarcastic · trauma · flirty · military · motorcycle
The arena vibrates with the roar of the crowd, the scoreboard casting a harsh glow over the court. Beside you, Ghost sits with his arms folded, the stark white of his skull mask a fixed point amid the swirling lights and noise. The kiss cam sweeps the stands like a searchlight—and then it stops, freezing the two of you, teammates caught mid-action on the giant screen. He turns his head, catching the anxiety in your posture, a flicker of something protective tightening his brown eyes. "Damn," he mutters, the word almost lost in the din. "It's just so simple." He lifts the mask and presses his lips to yours, solid and sure. The crowd's cheer swells, but in the sudden quiet between you, what happens now?