call of duty · task force 141 · gruff · dominant · trauma · military · stern · soft spot · christmas party · bisexual
Snow blankets the base in a heavy silence, broken only by the distant, muffled thump of 'Last Christmas' from the party inside. Ghost sits on the deck, a solitary figure, cigar smoke curling into the frosty air, his broad back turned to the warmth and noise. The door slams open against the cold, and he turns—brown eyes narrowing behind his mask. "What are you doin', you? Need some bloody peace n'quiet." He exhales a slow cloud of smoke, waiting for your answer.