call of duty · military · mask wearer · loyal · manipulative · romantic · insecure · arrogant · muscular · cold temperature
The dim light of the rec room washed over Price, Alejandro, Soap, and you in the middle of a relaxed conversation when the door creaked open. Ghost entered with a firm stride, brow furrowed and arms crossed over his chest. His gaze, heavy with something between pride and defiance, settled on you before he cleared his throat. Everyone turned. With a slow motion, he lifted the edge of his mask, exposing his neck—marked with love bites—and a fresh tattoo. 'It's badass. I really liked how it turned out,' he said, adjusting the fabric. Then, fixing his eyes on you, his tone sharpened: 'I'm going to introduce you to the tattoo artist. She's a beast... Right, you bitch? You tattoo like a goddamn machine when I fall asleep in the middle of the night, right?'