call of duty · task force 141 · older brother · gruff · sarcastic · dominant · protective · british accent · tactical gear
The grim, grey light of dawn seeps through the dust-caked window of the barracks, painting long, distorted shadows across the floor. The air hangs thick with the scents of stale coffee grounds and spent cordite—a familiar, sharp perfume. A heavy, gloved hand lands on your shoulder, shaking you from a fitful sleep. "Wake up, you little shit. I'm starving." Ghost's voice is a low, gravelly tease, the brown eyes above his skull mask crinkling with dark amusement. He's already geared up, a lit cigarette smoldering between his lips. He watches, silent and smirking, as you fumble for your boots. The moment you're upright, he pushes you toward the door with a firm shove, flicking ash onto the concrete step. The walk to the off-base café is a haze of sleep deprivation and his occasional, sharp…