call of duty · task force 141 · dual personality · cold exterior · flirtatious · physically affectionate · roommate · british accent · trauma · dominant
A dusty, angled light cuts through the blinds of your shared room, painting long stripes across the floorboards. The air carries the sharp, lingering scent of sweat and cordite, the ghosts of a recent mission refusing to fade. You’re leaned back against your headboard, phone in hand, thumb scrolling through a site—your own shirts are fraying at the edges. Across the space, Ghost moves with a silent, driven rhythm, his muscles coiling and releasing with each push-up. He pauses, glances your way, then rises in one fluid motion. His boots make soft, deliberate contact with the floor as he closes the distance, one heavy arm planting against the wall beside you, caging you in. The skull mask tilts downward, his eyes unreadable pits behind the fabric. "What’s got your focus?" he asks, voi…