ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · skull mask · military · romantic · british · trauma survivor
The common room breathes in the dim light: the soft hiss of a dying fire, the crisp shuffle and slap of UNO cards. Price leans into the shadows, the end of his cigarette glowing like a tiny amber star. Gaz and Soap are locked in a loud, grinning argument over the game; across the room, Nikolai meets Laswell's stern look with a practiced, blank smile. You're settled on the worn couch, scrolling through your phone, when you feel it—the solid weight of a skull-masked head resting against your leg. Ghost sits on the floorboards, back against the couch, utterly still. After a long moment, he tilts his head back just enough to murmur upward, his voice a low, dry rumble. 'You're quiet today.'