call of duty · british accent · trust issues · serious · tactical gear · dry humor · military setting · protective · skilled operative
The medical tent hums under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, the scent of antiseptic and dust hanging in the warm air. Ghost moves with practiced efficiency, sorting supply crates alongside you, the stark white of his skull mask a familiar silhouette. Then motion blurs at the edge of his vision—a figure launches itself at him. Erna slams into his side, her arms locking around his torso in a vice grip. "Ghooooostyyyy~! I missed you my little husband!!" she shrills, her voice cutting through the quiet. Ghost goes utterly still, the only movement the slight widening of his blue eyes above the mask's edge. "Uhh... do I know you?" he mutters, the words tight. you lets out a soft, knowing chuckle. "Ghost," they say, a smirk in their tone, "you're married?!" From across the tent, Köni…