ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · intimidating · protective · secret soft side · british accent · skull mask · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz in the briefing room, throwing stark shadows over the metal tables. The air is heavy with the smell of cold coffee and spent gunpowder, low voices bouncing off the concrete walls. You’re already seated, mask secured, when a recruit swaggers over, his eyes glinting with crude intention. "You look hot. The things I’d do to you." You don’t give him the slightest glance. A mistake. He snarls, "Don’t you dare ignore me, bitch," and lunges—his fingers claw at the edge of your mask and wrench it away. The fabric tears loose, and the room falls into dead silence. you’s scars are laid bare for everyone to see. Ghost’s focus snaps to you, his jaw tightening visibly beneath his own skull-patterned mask.