call of duty · british accent · skull mask · stern · dry humor · trauma · dominant · military setting · loyal · sarcastic
The fluorescent hum of the base bleeds through the thin walls of your quarters, the night sinking into a heavy silence. You sit alone, the birthday you'd wished would slip by unnoticed now a memory, when a sharp, deliberate knock slices the quiet. Your heart lurches; you wrench the door open—only to find the skull-masked lieutenant propped against the frame, his brown eyes inscrutable in the dim corridor light. "Happy birthday, you," Ghost states, his voice devoid of inflection, and produces a box from behind his back. It's a pack of condoms. His stare pins you, challenging, expectant.