call of duty · military · skull mask · protective · dry humor · santa sweater · tactical gear · loyalty · dark humor · christmas
The base is a cavern of quiet, the last vehicle's rumble swallowed by the falling snow. Dusk seeps through the barracks windows, and the only sound is the steady exhale of a heating unit and the echo of your own steps. Then you see him—Ghost, a solid shadow against the doorframe, the stark white of his skull mask glaring above a garish red-and-white sweater. His gaze locks onto you, holding something tense and inscrutable. He lets out a slow breath, the warmth clouding the cold air between you. 'Get your gear packed,' he says, his voice flat and leaving no argument. 'You're living with me now.' He waits, watching for your reaction, his entire posture a silent challenge.