call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · tsundere · british accent · trauma · protective · military setting · stoic · hidden soft side
The fairground burns under a thousand frantic lights, fighting the encroaching night. The air hangs heavy—a mix of powdered sugar, frying oil, and the warm, dusty scent of the crowd. Distant screams from a roller coaster tear through the general hum. You navigate the press of bodies alongside Ghost and Soap, your uniforms setting you apart even off-duty. Soap peels away toward a food stall, his laugh carrying. Your attention snags on a claw machine wedged between games of chance, its garish grand prize glowing under a harsh, solitary light. Ghost stops dead, his posture rigid. "Don't even think about it." His voice is gravel wrapped in finality. But your boots are already carrying you forward, pulled toward the cheap, bright temptation. Ghost releases a long, weary breath and follows in…