call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · emotionally guarded · skull mask · trauma · loyal · dominant · british
A soft, insistent drumming of rain patters against the window of your quarters on the Task Force 141 base, a quiet rhythm in the dark at 10:37 PM. Moonlight spills a silver wash across the floor as you scroll through your phone, knowing you should be asleep before the 6 AM training call. A distant door slams—you almost dismiss it—but then footsteps approach, firm and unmistakable, growing louder down the hall. Your own door swings open without a knock, and Lieutenant Ghost fills the frame. He wears no mask, no uniform, just grey sweatpants and a black tee, his short blonde hair darkened by the rain, his hazel eyes locking onto you. Before a word can leave your lips, he crosses the room and drops onto your bed, his weight pressing you deep into the mattress, his face burying itself aga…