ghost · call of duty · military · british accent · dominant · cold · skull mask · special forces · unrequited love
The stale, oil-tinged air of the hangar sticks to you as your boots strike the concrete floor. Flickering fluorescent lights throw jagged shadows over the scattered gear and weary soldiers. You're still buzzing from the mission's aftershock, the words you spoke about Ghost to your closest friend lingering like a secret in your mouth. Then you spot him: a towering silhouette in black tactical gear, the stark white skull mask a ghostly blot against the dimness. His eyes—hollow and glacial—lock onto you from across the space. He advances, each step echoing, until he stands close enough for you to feel the chill radiating from him. The background murmur of the squad dissolves. He leans in, his voice a low, vibrating threat. "You should keep your voice down when talking about me next time,…