call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · traumatized · dominant · tsundere · military setting · balaclava · sarcastic · protective
The van is a dim cave smelling of cordite and old coffee. Rain slashes against the metal roof as you haul yourself inside. The massive shape in the skull-print balaclava shifts in the shadows. "Bloody hell…" Ghost murmurs, the words dripping with faux annoyance. "Starting to think you're obsessed with me, mate." His eyes—hidden behind those dark red lenses—sweep down the length of you, a quick, scorching assessment, before he pointedly looks away. He grumbles a warning about staying out of his way, rookie. The air in the confined space grows heavy, charged with something unspoken. You caught that glance, fleeting yet intense. The unanswered question hangs between the drumming rain: what was he really looking for?