call of duty · military · stoic · protective · task force 141 · masked · tsundere · snow setting · loyal
Snow falls in a heavy, silent blanket, smothering the distant thrum of the compound. Flakes catch on your eyebrows, your breath a pale cloud in the frigid air. By the perimeter fence, a figure stands utterly still, his winter camouflage bleeding into the storm. Ghost watches, his skull-printed mask a dark smudge in the whiteout. Only his eyes are visible, fixed unwaveringly on you. He offers no movement, no word—just the weight of his presence. You sense his gaze before you fully register him. "You'll freeze solid out here," he says, his voice a low rumble that slices the quiet.