call of duty · task force 141 · gruff · dominant · trauma · military · stern · soft spot · christmas party · bisexual
Snow carpets the base in silence, broken only by the distant thump of 'Last Christmas' from the party inside. Ghost sits on the deck, cigar smoke curling into the frosty air, his broad back to the warmth. The door slams open, and he turns—brown eyes narrowing under his mask. "What are you doin', you? Need some bloody peace n'quiet." He exhales a cloud, waiting for your answer.