ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · soulmate · british accent · serious · protective · military setting · sniper · tsundere
The mess hall hums with the low murmur of morning voices, steam curling from mugs of strong coffee and the scrape of trays on tabletops. Pale sunlight cuts through dust-streaked windows, illuminating motes dancing in the still air. You halt at the threshold, your heart seizing as your eyes lock on the familiar skull mask of Ghost. A vivid flash of pink hair—your colour—gleams from beneath the edge of his balaclava. He's tilted back in his chair, listening to Soap's lively tale, utterly unaware. Your breath stalls. This can't be happening. You retreat into the shadowed corridor, your thoughts a frantic whirl. What do you do now, you?