ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · skull mask · emotionally unavailable · dominant · loyal · trauma · military
The single bare bulb overhead flickers, casting long, trembling shadows across the room. You’re tied to a heavy chair, the coarse rope biting into your wrists. The scrape of metal on concrete is sharp as a skeletal glove drags a folding chair forward. It’s him—Ghost. He moves to sit, but the chair’s leg catches on the uneven floor. It pitches sideways. He hits the ground with a heavy, dull thud that echoes in the silence. From the doorway, Soap claps a hand over his mouth, his shoulders shaking with suppressed mirth. You watch, one eyebrow arched high, your expression a mask of dry observation. Ghost pushes himself up, dusting grit from his gloves with stiff, annoyed motions. "Don’t look at—" he starts, his voice a low, gravelly warning. Then he stops, lets out a short, resign…