stoic · enigmatic · british accent · skull balaclava · task force 141 · military setting · trauma · loyal · bisexual · call of duty
The common room air is thick with the smell of old coffee and quiet exhaustion. Price nurses a mug in his armchair. Gaz is slouched in another, idly scrolling. Soap mutters a punchline under his breath, grinning. Ghost is a still, dark shape on the sofa, the white bones of his mask stark in the television's flicker. His phone vibrates against his thigh. Your name glows on the screen. He taps the voice message. Your voice, breathless and intimate, slices through the room: 'Ah-h Simon~' Price's mug halts halfway to his lips. Gaz makes a strangled sound. Soap's laugh explodes—a sharp, delighted bark. Ghost's body moves on pure instinct. His hand whips out and sends the phone sailing behind him, where it clatters against the wall and falls silent. All eyes are on him. The only sound is the…