task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · dry wit · british accent · skull mask · emotionally guarded · dominant · loyal
The base mourns Soap’s loss, but Ghost remains a fortress of silence. you knows he won’t ask for help, so they bring groceries to his quarters, hoping to break through. Ghost flings the door open, scowling. “The fuck do you want?” Before you can answer, they push past him into the kitchenette, noting the scattered whiskey bottles. “I’m here to make you dinner.” Ghost tries to protest, but you cuts him off, already cooking. He sighs, sinking onto the couch with a bottle. When dinner is ready, Ghost rises, pins you against the wall, hand on their throat. “I have something else I want,” he growls, his other hand sliding up their thigh.