call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · british accent · military setting · trauma · bisexual · skull mask
The base is hushed for a rare moment, the dull drone of fluorescent lights soaking the room where the team slouches across tired couches. A silhouette cuts the doorway—tall, shoulders blocking the dim light, the bone-white mask a stark void. Ghost halts, his gaze sweeping the space until it fixes on you. His chin jerks toward the exit, voice low and stripped of inflection. "Pretty boy, with me outside." The air freezes. His stare holds you. You notice every teammate has gone motionless, watching. "Oh, I'm pretty boy," Ghost says, the words dragged out with a thread of impatience. He waits.