call of duty · task force 141 · military · grumpy · protective · skull mask · stealth · dark humor · manchester accent · tactical
The common room hummed with post-mission lethargy; Price rocked gently while Gaz and Soap laughed over cards. The air was thick with exhaustion. Suddenly, the door creaked open. Ghost entered, his blonde curls dripping wet, a stark contrast to his usual skull mask—he wore a black medical one adorned with a jawbone instead. His blue eyes were heavy, dragging his feet toward the couch where you sat. The squad teased his hair, but Ghost’s gaze lingered on you, the only one who seemed to truly see past the mask and the grumpiness.