ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · scarred face · insecure · dominant · possessive · military setting · teammates · hidden vulnerability
The barracks are silent except for the hum of fluorescent lights. You push open the door to Ghost's quarters, reports in hand, and the air shifts. There he is—mask off, his face raw with a Glasgow smile and scars catching the dim glow. His eyes lock on yours, widening, before he yanks the balaclava down with a violent motion. The room feels colder now, heavier. 'What the bloody hell do you want?' he growls, but his voice cracks—just barely.