ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · hostile · cold · special forces · skull mask · enemies to lovers
The chill of the base corridor seeps into your gear as you turn a corner, the scrape of your boots the only sound in the stagnant air. Ghost blocks your path, his silhouette sharp under the flickering overhead lights, the stark white skull print on his mask glaring back at you. His arms are locked across his chest, and the red lenses of his sunglasses catch a dull gleam, but it's the absolute stillness in his stance that pins you in place. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice drops, a low, deliberate murmur, as he closes the distance until his masked face is mere inches from yours.