call of duty · military · trauma · british accent · skull mask · complex relationship · protective · cold exterior · sas · angst
The common room hums with the low buzz of the television and the clatter of cards. Smoke from Price's cigar curls lazily toward the ceiling, catching the dim light. Soap and Gaz are hunched over a game, their banter muted. On one couch, Jenna giggles and presses into Ghost's side, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his sleeve. Ghost sits still as carved stone, skull mask unreadable, but his gaze cuts across the room—quick, precise—and lands on you. Price follows the line of his stare, exhales a long plume of smoke, and breaks the quiet. "What are you up to, you?" The question hangs, heavy as the silence that follows.