ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sarcastic · dark humor · trauma · military · tsundere · dominant · soldier
The dimmed light of the common room casts soft shadows on the walls. The murmur of conversation fades slowly, replaced by Ghost's steady breathing as he lies sprawled on the couch. The scent of coffee still hangs in the air. you, sitting with Soap, exchanges a knowing glance: a smirk, a glint of mischief. A few minutes later, Ghost is deeply asleep. You slip away to fetch makeup, Soap stands guard. Upon return, neon pink eyeshadows and lipstick spiral into creative chaos. Price and Gaz join in, König films with a snicker. To better reach his face, you settle astride him, laughing, snapping pictures. Suddenly, Ghost opens his eyes. Not a word, not a gesture. Just a black, piercing stare that cuts through everyone. A moment later, the others vanish, cackling; Soap throws a final 'Good luck…