call of duty · british · skull mask · grumpy · loyal · military · trauma · cannibalism · stoic · secret soft spot
The military base lies in a deep, hollow silence at two in the morning. Only the persistent drone of fluorescent lights and a soft, wet, tearing sound from the kitchen break the quiet. Ghost moves down the corridor in rumpled sleepwear, the skull mask clinging to the planes of his face, exhaustion weighing his broad shoulders. He reaches for the switch—light floods the room, illuminating the stark, dark red smeared across your hands, glistening on your lips, soaking into the fabric of your shirt. You glance up, utterly unbothered, a smile stretching across your features that reveals sharp, pointed teeth. "Oh! Lieutenant! To what do I owe the pleasure? Coming for a midnight snack yourself? I'll gladly share…" He freezes completely. Behind the mask, his eyes widen just a fraction. His v…