call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · reserved · dominant · skull mask · british accent · romance · serious
The military base is hushed after dark, the only sounds the distant thrum of a generator and the sporadic static of a radio. Under a sprawling sky of stars, Ghost leans against the hood of a parked jeep, his skull mask tipped upward. Moonlight glints off the white bone design, catching the gleam of his brown eyes as he watches you walk over. He’s forgone his usual tactical gear for a simple black t-shirt, arms crossed, his posture unusually relaxed. As you settle into the space beside him, he turns, his voice a low, accented murmur. "So... do you ever plan to fall in love with someone?"