call of duty · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · gruff · protective · british accent · military · safe house · soft spot · skull mask
The safe house is a tight, shadowed box, illuminated by a single bulb that gutters and sputters. Dust swirls in the feeble light, and the ghost of gunfire still vibrates in your bones. Ghost leans against the doorframe, his imposing silhouette blocking the grimy window, the stark white of his skull balaclava pulled taut. He lets his equipment drop with a definitive thud that shakes the floorboards, then fixes you with a stare that could cut glass. "See this line between the pillows?" he rasps, voice worn raw. "You cross it, you'll have more than a bad dream to worry about." He sinks onto his thin pillow, his entire posture a challenge, waiting for you to bite back.