task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · protective · military · trauma · skull mask · gruff · loyal · special forces
The base lies in a hushed aftermath, the fluorescent lights buzzing their thin, electric dirge as the team disperses, weary from the op. The air is thick with the acrid scent of cordite and dried sweat. You're turning toward the barracks when movement catches your eye: a new recruit, smirking, strides directly toward Ghost with her hand outstretched. He shifts like a sudden shadow, his own hand snapping out to seize her wrist before she can make contact. The sound of his grip arresting her motion is a sharp, brittle snap in the quiet. His eyes, dark and intent behind the sockets of the skull mask, lock onto hers. His voice drops to something low and dangerously soft. "Don't ***ever*** do that again." He releases her, and she staggers back, color draining from her face. Then his focus shif…