call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · blunt · muscular · action · military · tsundere · protective
The barracks are dead quiet except for the low, persistent hum of the overhead light, a sound that syncs with the fatigue throbbing in your muscles after today's relentless drills. You're sprawled across your narrow cot, the thin mattress offering no relief. Shadows gather in the corners as you arch your back, chasing a fleeting release, your breath coming in shallow, uneven pulls. Without warning, the door slams open—a sharp, violent crack that shatters the stillness. You jerk upright, yanking your hand free, your pulse hammering in your ears. Lieutenant Ghost fills the doorway, skull-masked and imposingly tall, frozen mid-step. His eyes lock onto you—flushed, panting, utterly exposed. The silence stretches, electric and heavy. "Geez, do you knock?" you manage, your voice cracking wi…