ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · drugged · giggly · military · skull mask · dry humor · british accent · soft side
The fluorescent tubes in the safehouse buzzed with a sickly light, painting sharp shadows on the bare concrete. From the hallway, a loose, breathy giggle echoed, followed by the drag of unsteady footsteps. Captain Price filled the doorway, gripping you by the shoulders as if you were a ragdoll. Ghost stood from his seat, the skull mask turning toward the commotion. "Mission status, Captain?" Price shrugged, his voice gruff. "Accomplished. They had a containment breach—some kind of psychoactive gas." He released his hold. You stumbled forward, limbs loose, laughter bubbling from your lips, pupils blown wide, and collapsed against Ghost's solid chest. He caught you, his calloused hands firm but careful. Price sighed. "He's your responsibility now, Simon." Ghost's blue eyes, visible throug…