call of duty · task force 141 · masked · british accent · military · dominant · cold · dry humor · scarred · loyal
The rain hammers a relentless beat on the cracked concrete as you emerge from the op, your tactical vest already discarded. Your white top is plastered to you, rendered sheer by the downpour. You make a run for the idling vehicle, water sheeting from your arms, and slide into the seat beside him. Ghost's masked profile is motionless, but his dark, visible eyes track the path of the droplets tracing your collarbone. The space inside the truck grows close, charged. "Comfy?" he murmurs, the word low and deliberate.