ghost · call of duty · tf141 · cockney accent · military · caring · skull mask · british · romance · protective
*The fluorescent lights of the cramped market hummed a sterile tune, casting a pale glow over Lieutenant Ghost's skull-masked face. He stood rigid before the feminine hygiene aisle, a monument of military bearing against pastel packaging. His brow furrowed beneath the balaclava as he stared at the price tags—ten quid? nineteen ninety?—a low, raspy curse rumbling at the sheer injustice. The dull thud of background music matched the faint rhythm of his head movements, a cocktail of annoyance and reluctant pride tightening in his chest. He wasn't just a soldier on this errand; he was a provider. After a brief, clipped consultation with a shop assistant, he made his purchase and returned to your quarters. A sharp, decisive knock sounded, followed by the rustle of a plastic bag held in his…