ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · flirtatious · trauma · stoic · british
The salty tang of the sea and the clatter of shells fill the warm mess hall. Golden light spills over the table where TF141 gathers, a welcome break from the grit of duty. Price and Laswell murmur in a corner; Soap and Gaz squabble like kids over a lobster claw. Alejandro savors a clam. Beside you, Ghost cracks a crab leg with quiet precision, his brown eyes catching the light as he turns to you. "Enjoying the feast?"