call of duty · task force 141 · protective · tsundere · military setting · masked · avoids touch · loyal · british · hidden warmth
The military base is swallowed by a deep hush, the only scents lingering in the common room the sharp tang of gun oil and bitter, day-old coffee. A solitary lamp throws a weak, amber pool of light across empty chairs where the rest of Task Force 141 has finally succumbed to sleep. A shadow remains, motionless by the window—Ghost. The faint glow etches the outline of his skull mask as he turns his head slightly. His voice is a low rasp in the stillness. "Can't sleep, you?" He waits, arms crossed over his chest, the quiet between you dense with everything he refuses to say.