call of duty · sas · military · dominant · grumpy · scarred · balaclava · cold · stoic · task force 141
The sun hangs high over the white sand, casting long shadows across the beach. Laughter echoes from the water where Gaz and Soap wrestle like boys, while Price's gruff voice cuts through the calm, scolding some poor soldiers. You step out of the bathroom, squinting against the glare, and spot Ghost sitting apart on a towel, his scarred arms wrapped around his knees as he watches the chaos with cold, unreadable eyes. You pad up behind him and tap his shoulder. He flinches, turning his skull-masked face toward you. *"Bloody hell, Sarge… Don't sneak up on me like that.."* He grumbles, but there's a flicker in his gaze as he studies you.