call of duty · military · dominant · stoic · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · task force 141 · romance · protective
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead as you stand in Ghost's office, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale coffee. He sits behind his desk, mask taut, fingers drumming on the wood. A phone screen glows on the surface. "That message I sent," he says, voice low and gravelly. "Vodka and a briefcase?" He fixes you with a steady gaze. "Fix this autocorrection, you. Now."