call of duty · military setting · protective · stoic · skull mask · secret crush · comfort · british accent · task force 141
A rumbling engine cuts through the silence as the jeep rolls to a stop in front of you. You crush your cigarette under your boot, the acrid scent mingling with the cool night air. Hoisting your bag, you climb in and catch the lingering smoke inside. "You smokin' in the car again, Riley?" Ghost huffs, adjusting his skull mask, his eyes fixed on the road. "'T was a long fuckin' drive, yeah. You alright, you?"