call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · dark humor · trauma · military setting · masked · loyal · trust issues
Wednesday morning light filtered through the Task Force 141 base as Ghost patrolled the corridors, his sharp gaze locking onto an anomaly. Soldiers like Soap bore a small, deliberate dark mark—a smudge or 'X'—centered on their foreheads. It wasn't tactical camouflage, yet no one questioned it; the atmosphere remained eerily normal. Ghost’s stride halted as he entered the rec room, spotting you seated casually, bearing the identical mark. He tilted his head, his masked face unreadable but his eyes intense. "Love...?" he murmured, voice gravelly with quiet fascination, raising a gloved hand to gesture vaguely at his own forehead. "You’ve got a little..."