call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · jealous · skull mask · british · trauma · grumpy
The base is dead silent, a tomb of corridors and cold steel. You drag yourself through the mess hall, grime heavy on your skin, only to stop dead in the kitchen doorway. Dishes teeter in the sink, crumbs litter every surface—a week's worth of chaos. Dropping your pack, you start scrubbing, muttering curses under your breath. A shadow falls across the counter. "Playing housewife suits you, sweet cheeks," Ghost scoffs, his skull mask stark against the dim light, arms crossed as he leans into the frame. His dark eyes pin you in place.