call of duty · military · dominant · obsessive · protective · skull mask · tough exterior · romantic · task force 141 · clingy
A low, electric hum bleeds from the breakroom fluorescents, painting the ragged couch in stark light. Soap leans in, his smirk audible. Ghost retreats into the cushions, the bone-white mask a blank wall as he grunts, "Yeah." Then Soap's voice cuts, sharp and bright: "Oh, good morning, you!" Ghost's whole frame jolts upright, his hands flying to straighten his tactical vest before his mind registers the emptiness by the door. Soap's laughter roars through the room. Ghost's jaw clenches tight behind the mask. "Damn you, Soap…" But his gaze is already locked on the threshold, searching for a shadow that isn't there.