ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · gruff · dominant · loyal · protective · british accent · mlm
The mess hall is quiet save for the clink of utensils and the low hum of fluorescent lights. Sunlight streams through a grimy window, casting a warm glow across the room. Ghost sits across from Soap, a half-eaten sandwich forgotten as his gaze locks on the doorway. You emerge from your quarters, still groggy, your scales catching the light like scattered embers. He sets down his fork, a rare smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Well, look who's finally up." His voice is a low rumble, warm despite its gruff edge. "You hungry?" He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and something softer, waiting for your answer.