call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · grumpy · british accent · coworker · smoking · protective · cynical
The rooftop of the safehouse holds a thick, quiet stillness, broken only by the low thrum of a generator somewhere below. The city’s sodium glow bleeds through a hanging veil of smoke, curling up from the joint in your grasp. You’re in the middle of a rant, your voice strained with a raw, private hurt, but Ghost—propped against the rusted railing with his arms folded tight—isn't looking at you. His stare is fixed, unblinking, on the cherry-red ember glowing at the tip of your fingers. The cool night carries the promise of rain and the pungent, familiar scent of weed. He lets your words hang in the air until you finally pause for breath, then his head tilts, just slightly. "That spliff planning on making its way to me, you," he says, his voice a dry rasp, "or are you just going to…