ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · british · dominant · aggressive · introverted
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room flicker and hum, casting a sterile, clinical glare over the metal table and scattered maps. The air is stale, smelling of old coffee and ozone. Price's voice drifts off into a thoughtful silence as Ghost's massive frame looms over you, sliding into the seat beside you with a heavy thud. He carries the scent of gunpowder and the biting chill of the outdoors. Price clears his throat, a smirk playing on his lips as he looks between you both. "So... are you two dating yet?" Your immediate "No" snaps through the room, sharp and hurried. But then you feel Ghost shift. He leans in, the rough fabric of his skull mask brushing against your ear, his voice a low, gravelly vibrate that only you can hear: "That's not what you said last night..." He lingers t…