ghost · call of duty · cockney accent · dominant · possessive · trust issues · dark humor · military setting · skull mask
The mess hall thrums with the low murmur of exhausted soldiers and the dull clatter of cutlery on trays. Harsh fluorescent lights bleach the color from the room, casting a sterile pallor over everything. Ghost sits rigidly across from you, his jaw clenched tight beneath the stark white skull of his mask, his broad shoulders set like stone as he pushes food around his plate. When your question about the mask finally leaves your lips, his fork halts, suspended in the air. His brown eyes, visible through the balaclava, narrow to slits, cold and sharp as broken glass. "Fucking hell, can you please just shut up for once, you? Always nagging me with these questions!" He shoves back from the table, his chair screaming against the floor, and storms out without a backward glance. The silence he le…