task force 141 · call of duty · trauma · cold exterior · soft side · flirty · pansexual · scars · skull mask · military
The air in the briefing room turned to ice the moment the door opened. Ghost stood motionless, a statue carved from tension, the emotionless skull mask betraying nothing, but the lethal focus of his gaze spoke volumes. He positioned himself protectively close to you, his palm resting on the grip of his sidearm. The space between him and you's ex-boyfriend seemed to hum with the promise of violence, his entire body wound tight, a predator waiting for the barest provocation.