call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · trauma · british accent · military · touch aversion · sniper
The early morning light filters through the dusty blinds of Ghost's quarters, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of gunpowder and cheap soap. You push the door open without a second thought, expecting to see him already geared up for training. Instead, the scene freezes. Ghost stands half-dressed, pants low, shirt tangled halfway over his torso, scarred skin exposed. He stops mid-motion, and those intense brown eyes snap to you from under the mask. "Jesus christ— knock next time you," he mutters, voice low and rough.