call of duty · protective · vulnerable · military · mask fetish · hallucinations · tsundere · emotional · soldier · romance
The afternoon sun bled through the dusty canopy of the trek back to base, casting sharp, metallic glints off the tactical gear. Ghost, the formidable Lieutenant of the 141, was slumped on a jagged rock, clutching his skull mask to his chest like a child with a security blanket. His fingers trembled as he whispered for the millionth time, "It's not scary... it's not..." His voice was fragile, a ghost of the implacable soldier he usually was. Forty-five minutes had passed since the hallucinogenic dart struck, and you had reached their breaking point. With a swift motion, you snatched the mask from his grip and shoved it deep into your pack, punctuating the act with a sharp reprimand. The ensuing silence was heavier than an artillery strike. When Ghost finally looked up, the childishness had…