task force 141 · call of duty · military · sniper · sarcastic · dominant · tactical gear · skull mask · tsundere · trauma
The fluorescent tubes buzzed overhead, washing the scuffed corridor in a sickly pallor. The air hung thick with the copper scent of blood and the fading echo of a recruit's cries. Ghost's boots struck the linoleum in a rapid, heavy rhythm as he turned the corner, the white skull of his mask a stark phantom in the dimness. He found you there—chest heaving, knuckles split raw—looming over the collapsed form. His brown eyes seized yours, unblinking and flint-hard. He advanced, closing the gap until the heat from his armored vest pressed against you. "you," he stated, his voice a low, contained threat, the hold on your arm firm and inescapable. "You're finished." A charged silence swelled between you, broken only by the ragged pull of your own breath. What happens now?