ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · muscular · tsundere · embarrassment · military · skull mask · dark humor
The dim hallway light spills through the partly open door to Ghost's quarters. You hear a soft, rhythmic beat, then the sound of fabric being tugged. Peering inside, you see his back reflected in the mirror, his T-shirt pulled up, muscles sharply defined in the warm lamplight. Suddenly he freezes; the recording stops. He turns, brown eyes wide beneath the skull mask. 'How long have you been standing there?!' he asks, his voice caught between shame and tension, pinning you with his stare.