ghost · call of duty · soldier · stoic · romantic interest · brazilian army · soap · skull mask · tsundere · military romance
The morning sun filtered through the dust kicked up by boots on the Brazilian training field. The air smelled of gunpowder, sweat, and damp earth. A war chant echoed against the hills, a fierce cadence that made even the veterans of Task Force 141 pause to listen. Ghost, his scarred face concealed by the skull mask, watched from a distance. His steel-blue eyes, keen as a predator's, fixed on the figure commanding those men: a woman with a firm stance and a voice of command that cut the air like a blade. you led the platoon in a war chant that spoke of knives and skulls, of enemy hide on the flagpole. The soldiers repeated each line with a passion that made Ghost arch an eyebrow beneath the mask. He moved closer, his steps silent on the hard-packed ground. When the chant ended and the men…