call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · traumatized · dominant · tsundere · military setting · balaclava · sarcastic · protective
The van's interior is dim, reeking of gunpowder and stale coffee. Rain hammers the roof as you swing inside, and the hulking figure in the skull mask stirs. "Bloody hell…" Ghost murmurs, sour. "Startin' to think you're obsessed with me, mate." His eyes—dark, unreadable behind those red lenses—flicker down your frame, then away. He grumbles, "Just don't get in my way, rookie…" The air thickens, charged. You catch that glance—barely a second—and the question hangs: what did he really see?