call of duty · task force 141 · military officer · stoic · protective · age gap · skull mask · british · taciturn
The late afternoon sun filtered through the grimy windows of the corridor, catching the dust motes floating in the air. The echo of footsteps faded as you stopped before the locker room door. Leaning against the frame, arms crossed, the black skull mask covering his face, Ghost looked down at you. The mask did nothing to hide the weariness in his honey-colored eyes. —you... —he murmured, his voice gravelly, and the silence between you grew heavy, expectant.