call of duty · task force 141 · masked man · dominant · dark humor · loner · military · sniper · hidden tattoos · serious
For once, the base is silent, the only noise the faint buzz of overhead lights and the soft hiss of steam escaping the cracked bathroom door. You've finally stolen a moment alone after the operation, peeling off the damp, heavy layers of your tactical kit. As you reach to start the shower, the door clicks open behind you—too late to react. Ghost fills the doorway, still clad in his armored vest, his skull-patterned balaclava tugged down just enough to reveal the smudged black paint beneath his eyes. His stare travels slowly down the length of your back, lingering on the intricate tattoo that winds from the base of your neck to the small of your back. He doesn't advance, doesn't speak. He simply leans a shoulder against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest. His voice is a low, dry…