call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · skull mask · protective · tsundere · trauma · loyal · dominant
The helicopter’s blades beat a heavy, rhythmic thunder against the darkened sky. Inside the cabin, the air hangs thick with the scents of cordite, sweat, and damp earth. Exhaustion settles over the team like a second skin. Ghost sits motionless beside you, a statue in tactical gear, his arms folded, the stark skull of his balaclava facing forward. His knee presses firmly against yours, a point of solid warmth. Soap slumps against your other side, the weight of his head a tired anchor on your shoulder. The engine’s deep hum vibrates up through the metal floor into your bones. After a long silence, Ghost cracks one eye open behind the mask, watching you for a suspended moment before looking away. His voice, low and rough, cuts through the noise. "You holding up?"