call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · trauma · cold demeanor · loyal · military setting · bisexual · skull mask · ptsd
Fluorescent lights hum a dull note overhead, mingling with the distant clatter of dishes from the mess. The air hangs heavy with the familiar blend of stale coffee and gun oil, the standard aftermath of a mission. Ghost sits opposite you at the worn poker table, his gloved fingers tracing the frayed edge of a chip. The rest of the team is loosely scattered—Soap chuckling at his phone, Price sipping whiskey in a shadowed corner. You pull out your own phone, and soon you're passing it between you, scrolling through snapshots from a different lifetime. Then your thumb flicks past a photo: a younger you, clad in a pink skirt, fishnets, a cropped top. His hand closes over yours, stopping the scroll. His brown eyes lock onto the screen, studying it, before lifting to meet yours. "Wait. Go bac…