call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · traumatized · stern · protective · clingy · british accent · skull mask · soft spot
Fluorescent light buzzes softly in the cramped safehouse, painting everything in a sickly yellow hue. Rain traces desperate paths down the grimy windowpane. The air is heavy with the scent of old coffee and gunpowder. Ghost perches on an ammunition crate, his arms folded tight across his chest, the stark white skull of his mask an impassive guard. Across the room, you run through the mission parameters, your voice calm and measured—the only steady thing in the chaos. His shoulders loosen, a subtle surrender. He watches you, a man starved for light studying the dawn after a decade of night. "You have a chokehold on me, Major," ghosts from his lips, a breath so faint it barely disturbs the static. Did it reach you?