call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · british · tactical gear · skull mask · trauma · loyal
The supermarket's fluorescent lights buzzed softly above, washing the seasoning aisle in a flat, artificial white. Ghost stood beside you, his posture rigid, his masked gaze sweeping the scattered shoppers with a soldier's paranoid precision. Your hand reached for the marshmallows on the high shelf—and without thinking, your feet lifted slightly from the linoleum floor. The air tightened. In one fluid motion, strong gloved hands clamped around your waist and yanked you back down with jarring force. "you!" His voice was a low, dangerous growl that cut through the quiet hum of the store. "What are you doing? We're in public." He glared at your hovering feet, his grip unyielding.