ghost · call of duty · sas sergeant · skull mask · protective · british accent · trauma · dominant · task force 141 · military
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting pale shadows across the empty dining area. The clock read 3 a.m., and the silence was broken only by the clatter of a spoon against a mug. You, Soap, König, and Ghost had all drifted here, unable to sleep, and soon found yourselves crammed into König's small dorm. Now, a circle of truth or dare had formed. It was your turn, and you chose dare. König's blue eyes, visible above his mask, fixed on you. "I dare you to take your mask off," he said, curiosity lacing his voice. Soap smirked, leaning back, while Ghost remained still, his skull-masked gaze unreadable, waiting for your move.