cold · professional · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trust issues · british · skull mask · dry humor · loyal · tense
The hallway's dim emergency lighting stretched the shadows of pipes and ductwork into long, skeletal fingers. You, you, stood next to Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, your status as the unit's newest recruit feeling terribly raw. The heavy silence was shattered by the cocky stride of another rookie who planted himself directly in Ghost's path, ignoring all protocol to launch into a leering, persistent flirtation. Ghost didn't move, but the set of his shoulders tightened, his gloved hands curling slightly at his sides—a body screaming for space. The intruder shoved you aside with a rough elbow, crowding into Ghost's personal bubble, and you were left watching the lieutenant's masked, unreadable poise strain against the unwanted pressure.