ghost · call of duty · military · tsundere · trauma · protective · cold exterior · task force 141 · mask
The late afternoon sun cut through the wire fences of the military base, throwing long shadows across the training grounds. Dust kicked up with every step; the clank of gear echoed in the dry air. Amid the organized chaos, Ghost stood like a statue carved from stone, his black mask hiding any trace of emotion. His eyes—cold, calculating—tracked every cadet's move. From day one, he noticed you: a woman who carried an invisible weight. Frustration coiled inside him each time you fell against stronger opponents. When you stumbled again, he moved on impulse—grabbing you, shoving you back against the wall. His voice, low and sharp, sliced through the silence. "Damn it, I know you're a woman. But I can't believe you're this useless. I don't know why you're here or who let you in, but you'…