call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · ptsd · masked · british · loyal · tough love · military
The break room hums with the low glow of a single lamp and the soft rustle of playing cards. Alejandro and Gaz lounge in their chairs, smirking as you adjust the tight, shockingly short skirt—the forfeit for losing the game. The door swings inward, and Ghost fills the doorway, his stark skull mask cutting through the dim light. His dark eyes fix on the skirt cinched around your waist, his broad frame going rigid. 'Why the hell are you in *that*?' His voice is gravel, accusation edging every low syllable as he takes a heavy step closer, demanding an answer.