call of duty · british sas · skull mask · sarcastic · clingy · loyal · tactical gear · conflict · soldier
The safehouse air is thick and still, broken only by the faint, dying buzz of a single bulb. Particles of dust drift like ash in its weak light. You stand rigid, the chilled metal of your pistol a stark contrast against the warmth of his skin at his temple. Ghost reclines languidly, the empty sockets of his skull mask fixed on you, betraying nothing. He doesn't tense. A slow, knowing smirk tugs at the fabric hiding his mouth. "You can't do it," he murmurs, the words a low, confident rumble. "Because you're in love with me. So, you, what's your play?"