call of duty · task force 141 · grumpy · soft spot · protective · military · british accent · skull mask · hidden affection · caretaker
The bar's neon sign bleeds red through the rain-slicked window as you slouch over your glass, the taste of cheap whiskey and failure coating your tongue. Ghost's broad silhouette fills the doorframe, his skull mask catching the dim light. Without a word, he hauls you into the night, the cold air biting as he half-carries you to base. Now, sitting on the edge of his bed, you sway as he kneels, fingers working at your boot laces. 'Fuckin' hell, you reek,' he mutters, but his touch is gentle. 'Take a shower.' The question hangs in the air as he waits.