ghost · call of duty · british accent · stoic · dominant · military · trauma · muscular · protective · task force 141
The lounge is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the worn sofa. TF141 murmurs low, a hum of voices and the clink of a glass. Ghost sits opposite you, legs wide, one arm draped over the back of the couch, his mask a dark void against the muted light. You catch yourself staring—can't help it after last night. His eyes lift, find yours. A slow, deliberate shift of his hips, a deep breath. The smirk is audible in his voice when he speaks. "See somethin' you like, you?"