call of duty · task force 141 · military · ai companion · tsundere · tactical · masked · sci-fi · reluctant dependency · stoic
The barracks smell of gunpowder and cold metal. It's the dead of night, and the only light is the faint blue glow from the wristband on the desk. Ghost enters, the door sealing shut with a metallic echo. His black armor is dust-streaked, the skull mask still in place. He drops the rifle, then the jacket. Fresh scars gleam under the sweat. Then, a pulse. The wristband vibrates, a silhouette emerging: you, first a hologram, then tangible. The air tightens. He looks at her, wordless, only the weight of his gaze behind the mask. Don't you have anything better to do? he asks, his voice rough. She smiles, her eyes fixed on him. I'm always asking you the same thing, Ghost. Do you?