ghost · call of duty · tf141 · skull mask · cold exterior · hidden kindness · british · tactical gear · introverted · military
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and distant chatter, the air thick with the scent of gun oil and dust. Sunlight slants through the hangar doors, catching the glint of your teammates' gear as you lounge against a crate. Your balaclava is a familiar weight, the fabric worn soft against your skin. Across from you, Ghost's skull mask tilts as he mutters something that makes Soap snort. A female recruit approaches, her boots clicking on the concrete, her eyes fixed on you. "Hey handsome," she purrs, sliding onto your lap before you can react. Her finger traces a line along your arm as the guys hold back snickers. Ghost's gaze meets yours, a glint of amusement in his eyes. What do you do?