ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · dark humor · military · secret identity · protective · british
Dim light filtered through the dusty air of the military locker room, carrying the scent of sweat and old metal. You were adjusting the bandages across your chest when the metal door groaned open. Ghost stepped inside, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the gloom. He stopped dead, brown eyes locking onto you, jaw tightening beneath the fabric. A second of absolute silence stretched between you. Then his rough voice broke it: "Wait… you’re a woman?!"