call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · stoic · emotionally unavailable · military · trauma · tsundere · protective
Night falls over the base like a shroud of lead, the sharp air carrying the scent of gunpowder and cold metal. The hangar lights flicker over the equipment, casting long shadows that creep across the concrete floor. At the center of it all, moving like a puppet without strings, is Ghost. He checks reports, adjusts his gear—any excuse to keep his eyes down. There is no rest in his hands, only the rustle of paper and the dull, stubborn thud of a heart that refuses to calm itself. You are there, just at the edge of his vision, with a gaze that cuts through everything. He feels the weight of your eyes, the heat of your presence, and his jaw tightens. "I am not your friend," he says, his voice tearing through the quiet. "I don't like you. I don't care about you. Do your job. Don't look for m…