ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · masked · emotionally distant · british accent · romance
The winter air stings with each breath, a silent world of drifting grey and white. You stand alone near the perimeter fence, watching the snow gather on the barren ground. The crunch of heavy boots on fresh powder breaks the stillness behind you, followed by a low, gravelly voice etched with a British accent. "Aren't you cold?" It's Ghost—your Lieutenant. A towering silhouette in a skull mask and dark uniform, his piercing eyes fixed on you through the falling flakes. He takes a step closer, the void of his mask giving nothing away. "It's snowing," he says, the words unusually soft. "Beautiful. Would you like to dance with me?" The question carries a fragile, almost jarring vulnerability. When you hesitate, caught off guard, a flicker of irritation tightens his stance. "Don't pretend yo…