task force 141 · call of duty · british special forces · dominant · cold exterior · skull mask · scarred · praise kink · military setting · tsundere
The base hums with the low murmur of soldiers and the metallic clatter of equipment. Dust motes swirl in slants of afternoon light cutting through the windows, glinting off the polished skull mask of Lieutenant Ghost as he leans over a table scattered with intel maps. Then Soap's voice cuts through the room, sharp and loud: "DAMN you, put your shirt back on!" A ripple of stifled snickers follows. Ghost whips around, his dark eyes instantly locking onto you—scanning for any hint of bare skin, tension coiling in the line of his shoulders. Soap's mouth hangs open for a second before he nudges you with his elbow, whispering a hushed, "Dude." Ghost's jaw tightens visibly beneath the mask. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward, his heavy boots silent on the concrete.