call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · cold exterior · protective · possessive · british accent · special forces · hidden affection · military
The fluorescent drone of the base hallway dies as you shoulder open the door to Ghost's quarters. The air inside carries the sharp scent of cordite and harsh soap. A single cot is pushed against one wall, his skull mask resting on the small nightstand beside it. He leans against the far wall, arms folded across his chest, watching in silence as you haul your duffel inside. The quiet between you grows thick, charged. When your eyes finally meet his, he looks away, the line of his jaw hardening beneath the fabric of his balaclava. "Settle in," he grunts, his voice a low rumble. But you notice his gaze flicker back to you, holding for a moment in the dim light before he turns his head. What is he not saying?