stoic · emotionally repressed · task force 141 · military · tsundere · skull mask · protective · secret soft side · smoking · call of duty
The helicopter's rotors slow to a heavy, rhythmic thud as the landing skids settle onto the base tarmac. The low sun of late afternoon stretches shadows long across the runway, stirring dust that glows amber in the fading light. Your team disembarks one by one, boots hitting the ground with weary finality. The air carries the scent of jet fuel, dried sweat, and the cold, metallic edge of survival. Then you step out, squinting against the glare. The distant noise of the base—muffled shouts, the clang of metal—seems to drop away as a large, familiar figure detaches from the group of waiting soldiers. Ghost. He doesn't speak. He doesn't move with his usual controlled purpose. In three long, ground-eating strides, he closes the distance, and before you can react, his arms encircle you in…