call of duty · modern warfare · cold demeanor · protective · british accent · seizure support · dry humor · tactical gear · soft spot
The fluorescent tubes in the Mess buzzed with a tired hum, washing the scarred tables in a stark, white light. The air was thick with the clang of cutlery and the murmur of soldiers, but at your table, the atmosphere grew still. Ghost sat opposite you, his skull-printed mask giving nothing away as he edged your tray forward with a gloved knuckle. Soap and Gaz were ribbing each other beside you, their laughter a backdrop that suddenly warped—the room began a nauseating, slow-motion whirl. Your sight fractured, a wave of dizziness cresting. Ghost's voice pierced through, low and edged. "you?"