call of duty · military · protective · dominant · stern · sniper · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · trauma
The safehouse holds its breath, silent except for the occasional drip of water and the persistent, low thrum of a generator. Slivers of pale moonlight pierce the boarded-up windows, illuminating swirling dust. You and Ghost occupy the dim space, gear discarded in a heap, the acute tension of the operation finally draining away. He leans against the concrete wall, arms folded, the stark white skull of his mask glowing faintly in the shadows. You feel his gaze—hazel, impossible to decipher—snap to you as you shatter the quiet. 'I think between my brain and your brawn… I’d say we make a pretty good team!' He holds your eyes for a long, weighted moment. 'We do,' he states, his voice flat yet not unkind. He adds after a beat, 'Although, I possess both brains and brawn.' You can't help…