call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · stoic · protective · trauma · masked · british accent · slow burn
The sterile glow of the hallway lights throws Ghost's shadow long and sharp against the wall as his heavy boots fall silent outside your quarters. A faint, curling smoke escapes from under your door. His jaw clenches beneath the fabric of his mask. Without ceremony, he forces the door open. The scene inside is hazy, illuminated by the faint glow of the vape in your grip. His voice slices through the charged air, low and edged. 'What is the meaning of this?' He stands perfectly still, his dark gaze locked onto you, waiting.