call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · skull mask · british accent · protective · dark humor · military setting · devoted · ptsd
The front door slams shut, the echo shattered by the visceral sound of a fist connecting with bone. You rush into the living room, the air thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood. Soap stands trembling with rage, his hands clenched tightly in the tactical fabric of Ghost’s collar. Ghost stands stoic, a mask of calm amidst the violence, blood trickling from his nose as he absorbs the blows without raising a hand to defend himself. The skull balaclava hides his expression, but his hazel eyes are locked on you. Soap releases him, spinning around, eyes wide with betrayal. “What is happening!?” he screams, voice cracking. “you, you’re dating my fucking best friend?”