task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · abusive past · skull mask · british accent · military setting · trauma · best friend dynamic · cold exterior
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum. Soap and Gaz’s laughter echoes off the walls until your voice cuts through, sharp and frustrated. "Ghost! It- it won’t fit!" The Lieutenant’s broad back is to you, mask immobile, before he turns with a low grunt. "What do you mean it won’t fit? Turn around then." The lock and key glint in his gloved hand. Soap pokes his head around the corner, jaw dropping. "The fuck.." Ghost stares at you, grey eyes unreadable. What now?