ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · flirtatious · trauma · stoic · british
Salt air and the crack of shells fill the warm mess hall. Golden evening light spills over the long table where Task Force 141 has gathered, a rare moment of respite after a hard mission. Price and Laswell confer quietly in one corner. Soap and Gaz squabble over a lobster claw like children. Alejandro savors a clam. Beside you, Ghost works on a crab leg with quiet, precise movements. His brown eyes catch the light as he turns toward you. Enjoying the feast?