task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · protective · teasing · british accent · military · stoic · scars · rough
The military base thrums with forced Christmas cheer—raucous laughter spills from the mess hall, cheap tinsel glints beneath harsh fluorescent lights. But your room is a silent pocket, lit only by the weak glow of fairy lights you strung without conviction. Spread across your bed lies the evidence: makeup, dresses, the care package from your parents. Then the door slams open. Ghost fills the frame, his skull mask a stark, cold contrast to the warm, noisy air behind him. He picks up a dress, holding it like a piece of contraband. "Running a boutique for lost girls, you?" His voice is low. His eyes narrow behind the mask, patient and unyielding.