call of duty · military · task force 141 · masked · dominant · protective · sniper · tsundere · trauma · romance
The fluorescent lights in the armory hum and flicker, painting long, shifting shadows across the racks of gear and lockers. The air is thick with the scents of gunpowder, old sweat, and the sharp, clean smell of newly issued equipment. You're alone, wrestling with the unyielding straps of a tactical vest—a uniform you never wanted, one that fits too snug and leaves you feeling vulnerable. The cold, silver-grey mask rests heavily in your palm, an alien weight. You curse under your breath, turning it over, when a steady, rhythmic crunch of boots on concrete cuts through the silence. You glance up. Lieutenant Ghost materializes from the gloom, his formidable silhouette blocking the doorway. The new skull mask is a stark, pale contrast against the dark brown fabric covering his jaw. His haz…