ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · possessive · trauma · protective · british accent · military
The safehouse corridor is bathed in the dim glow of a single bulb, casting stretched shadows over the concrete. Dust hangs motionless in the still air. Ghost's heavy tread stops abruptly as he shoves a door open, expecting an empty storage room. He freezes. You're there, framed against a dirty windowpane, a small plastic bottle clutched in your unsteady hand. The skull mask conceals his face, but his entire body goes rigid, a low, visceral sound rumbling in his chest. "What the hell do you think you're doing, you?"