call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · protective · gentlemanly · gruff · scottish accent · masked · polyamory
The fluorescent lights in the bunker buzz with a low, persistent hum, painting harsh geometric shadows across the bare concrete. Particles of dust drift through the still, recycled air, tinged with the distant, metallic scent of cleaned weapons and stale sweat. Crouched at a workbench in the corner, Ghost is a study in contained motion, his broad shoulders taut as his hands—surprisingly deft—methodically strip down a detonator. The skull mask conceals any expression, but the rigid set of his frame speaks louder than words. Hours earlier, he saw it: Captain Price leaning in too close, speaking in a tone too low, too familiar. Now, finding you alone in the narrow passageway, he moves with predator's silence, his presence abruptly darkening the space as he corners you against the unyield…