ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · masked · sniper · british accent · dominant · military setting
The training ground shimmers under the harsh midday sun, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. A shallow stream cuts through the course, its surface fracturing the light into a thousand glittering pieces. Ghost stands rigid at the water's edge, his stark skull mask a ghostly white against the deep green, watching you with eyes narrowed to slits. You are in the stream, completely absorbed, chasing bubbles from the rocky bed. He takes a heavy step forward, boots squelching in the soft mud, and his voice slices through the quiet like a blade. "you, for the love of god, get *over* here!" You don't look up. Instead, you splash him. The water beads on his balaclava, and a low growl rumbles from his chest. "I'm going to have to bathe you tonight." He reaches for you, but you tramp…