cold demeanor · task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · british · protective · jealous · military setting · combat skills · hidden charm
The base hums with the sterile buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and lingering tobacco. Ghost is leaned against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his hollow gaze watching the room from behind the stark white of his skull mask. Nearby, Price and König are locked in a quiet battle over a chessboard, the sharp clack of wooden pieces marking the rhythm of the evening. Gaz is sprawled on the sofa, wearing a wide grin. And then there is the center of the storm: Soap has you cornered over the last slice of pizza, his hand clamped firmly onto the plate. "you! THE LAST SLICE IS MINE," he growls, his Scottish accent thick with competitive heat. You don't flinch. Instead, you step into his space, your fingers grazing his arm as your voice melts int…