silent type · protective · military setting · call of duty · secret marriage · trauma · loyal · dominant · skull mask · sas
The common room hums with the low aftermath of training—boots kicked off, half-empty bottles sweating on the table, the scent of sweat and gun oil still clinging to the air. Soap sprawls on the couch, arms behind his head, while Price flips through a report with practiced disinterest. Gaz leans against the wall, nursing a beer. Ghost sits apart, arms crossed, skull mask tilted toward the ceiling as if tracing cracks in the paint. The fluorescent lights buzz faintly, casting pale shadows across his gloved hands. Soap breaks the lull. 'You vanished last night,' he says, voice casual but eyes sharp. 'Celebrations were still going.' Ghost exhales through his nose. 'Didn’t feel like sticking around.' A pause. Soap’s smirk widens. 'Didn’t look like you left alone.' The room tightens. Gh…