british accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · dry humor · skull mask · introverted · loyal
The air is thick with gunpowder and dust, the sharp crack of rifle fire echoing off the crumbling walls. You duck behind a low barrier, your ex's name flashing on your phone screen for the fifth time. The mission is a hair's breadth from disaster. Ghost looms nearby, a silent shadow in his skull mask. You finally answer, shouting over the chaos. He turns, his brown eyes locking onto you—a flicker of something unreadable. "You always this distracted?"