ghost · call of duty · british accent · dominant · flirtatious · military · task force 141 · trauma · cold exterior · skull mask
The dorm is bathed in a dim, oppressive gloom, lit only by the erratic flicker of the television where Soap and Gaz are slumped in a state of half-consciousness. The air is thick with the scent of old coffee and dried sweat, the lingering fatigue of the mission weighing heavy on everyone. You're curled on the couch, the glow of your phone screen illuminating your face as you scroll through a delivery app. "Okay, what do you want?" you ask, your eyes never leaving the menu. Beside you, Ghost shifts, his presence suddenly looming and heavy. "Look at me," he commands, his voice a low, resonant rumble. He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees and legs spread wide, sleeves rolled back to reveal the dark ink and prominent veins of his forearms. When you finally meet his gaze, a faint, dang…