cold demeanor · task force 141 · call of duty · trauma · hidden affection · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · silent · military
The mess hall is a cacophony of clashing trays and the low drone of tired soldiers, but the space between you and Ghost feels strangely vacuum-sealed, isolated from the chaos. He sits like a monolith, his broad frame motionless, the stark white of his skull mask reflecting the harsh overhead fluorescents. For a long moment, he doesn't move, then he shifts his weight, leaning toward you just enough for his voice to reach you—low, gravelly, and intimate. "Green. That's your favorite color, isn't it?"