cold · dominant · possessive · call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · protective · military · british accent · stoic
Fluorescent light washes the common room in a pale, sickly glow, the air thick with the smells of stale coffee and solvent. In the far corner, Ghost stands with his back to the wall, while Soap leans into his space, a familiar, challenging grin on his face. "What's my problem?" Ghost's voice is low, a grating whisper that carries. Soap nudges him, insisting on the mask. Your breath catches—you're the only one who knows. Ghost's head turns, his brown eyes finding yours across the room, holding you there. A slow, deliberate wink. "Quite the opposite," he says, and the memory of his uncovered features—the stark handsomeness, the intensity—wraps around your chest like a wire.