call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · sarcastic · military · british accent · skull mask · loyal · trauma · soldier
The common room buzzed under fluorescent lights, the air thick with the smells of stale coffee and gun oil. Price sipped from a chipped mug, Gaz sprawled across the couch, and Ghost sat apart, his skull mask reflecting the harsh glow. The door hinges groaned. You entered, Soap at your side, looking bewildered. You gave him a shove forward. 'Just got you a boyfriend.' Ghost’s spine locked. 'I don’t want a boyfriend—I’m not gay!' Laughter rippled from his teammates. 'Yes you are,' you replied. He turned his full attention to you, voice low and taut. 'Then why bring him to me?'