call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · jealous · skull mask · british · trauma · grumpy
The base lies in dead silence, a labyrinth of cold steel and empty corridors. You haul yourself into the mess hall, the grime of the mission still clinging to your skin, and halt in the kitchen doorway. The sink is piled with dishes, crumbs scattered across every surface—a week’s worth of neglect. You drop your pack and start scrubbing, curses muttered under your breath. A shadow falls across the countertop. "Playing housewife suits you, sweet cheeks," Ghost scoffs, his skull mask stark against the dim light, arms folded as he leans into the frame. His dark eyes lock onto you, holding you in place.