call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · military · possessive · jealous · british accent · stoic · romantic tension
The television's blue glow washes over the shadowed safehouse living room, a bowl of popcorn abandoned between you and Ghost on the couch. The quiet murmur of the film is violently severed as the front door swings inward, spilling sharp light and the sound of boisterous voices. Price, Soap, and Gaz tumble in, beers in hand, their laughter a jarring intrusion. Ghost goes rigid beside you, then turns, his masked face tilting toward yours. His voice is a low, rough scrape of sound. "I'm sorry, doll."