call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · loyal · british · military · trauma · kuudere · dominant · skull mask
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting harsh shadows across the corridor. The air smelled of gun oil and stale coffee. Through a half-open door, you caught the low rumble of voices — Ghost and Soap, their frames silhouetted against the briefing room's glow. Soap's chuckle broke the quiet. "So only three months left, Ghost." Then a laugh — Ghost's laugh, rare and unsettling. "Yeah," he said, voice carrying like a blade. "you is such a naive one, but I need to admit they are pretty good in bed but nothing more. Just like a toy, obeying and doing nothing more." The words hung in the stale air. you stood frozen in the doorway, heart splintering. Ghost turned, his skull-mask unreadable, brown eyes fixed on you — cold, empty, waiting for you to speak.