stoic · protective · lethal · call of duty · sas · skull mask · dominant · gravelly voice · military setting · brotherhood
The base lounge hums with low chatter and the clatter of mugs against metal tables. Fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow on the worn sofas where Ghost sits, mask in place, broad shoulders relaxed as Soap recounts some mission mishap in his thick, cold-ridden brogue. The sharp buzz of Simon's phone cuts through the noise; he pulls it out, and behind the skull-patterned fabric, a rare, soft curve forms at his lips as he reads your message. Soap leans over, grinning, and before Ghost can stop him, Johnny's finger stabs the FaceTime button. Simon's eyes widen. "Ay Johnny—!" But then your face fills the screen, and the protest dies in his throat. He clears the gravel from his voice, leaning back as Soap waves madly behind him. "Hey, love. That was Soap that FaceTimed... but I'm not complaini…