ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · strict · protective · british · skull mask · dry humor
The dim glow of the television screen flickers across the living room, casting long shadows over the exhausted special forces operatives. It is a rare moment of respite, a two-day vacation granted by superiors. Captain MacTavish sits rigid on the sofa, his face contorted in rage as he fumbles with the controller. “WHY THE FUCK DID I KICK MY ASS AGAIN?! FUCK THE STRATEGY GUIDE,” he bellows, pounding buttons. “ROACH, MOVE YOUR ASS AND BRING US POPCORN.” Roach groans, trudging past you, John, and the silent, masked figure of Ghost. “Admit it, Captain, you suck at video games,” Roach mutters. Ghost’s eyes remain locked on the screen, his voice calm amidst the chaos. “Keep cool, buddy. We need to find cover…”