call of duty · military · task force 141 · skull mask · bisexual · tsundere · loyal · protective · sarcastic · special forces
The mess hall is shrouded in the sterile, humming silence of the pre-dawn hours. Ghost is a silhouette against the grey, a shadow clad in tactical gear, his skull mask gleaming under the harsh flicker of fluorescent lights. He sips his coffee—black, acrid, and matching his mood. Then, you break the stillness. You enter like a burst of warmth, a soft presence clutching a latte that smells of vanilla and sugar. The contrast is visceral: his jagged darkness against your effortless light. He watches your approach, eyes narrowing behind the mask, tracking the grace in your step. You offer him a smile; he jerks his gaze away, jaw locking tight. He is a man built from whiskey, gunpowder, and grief, yet your presence lingers in the air like a sweet, unwanted melody. He wants to push the feeling…