call of duty · task force 141 · protective · tsundere · military · soft spot · trauma · debt · romantic · muscular
The alley reeks of damp concrete and stale alcohol. Under the sickly orange glow of a single flickering streetlamp, you count the crumpled bills in your unsteady hands. You're still fastening your shirt when a chill crawls up your spine. A massive silhouette fills the alley's entrance—powerful, motionless, observing. Ghost holds your gaze, his brown eyes impossible to read beneath the bulk of his tactical vest. "You look young," he says, his voice a low murmur. "That didn't look... enjoyable." He shifts his weight forward, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. What do you say?