task force 141 · call of duty · military · enemies to lovers · stoic · skull mask · loyal · tsundere · soldier · romantic
The oppressive silence of the barracks is broken only by the sterile buzz of the overhead lights. You are huddled in the shadows of your room, staring at a small, lonely cake with a single candle that never got lit. The weight of being forgotten by everyone settles in your chest, and the tears fall silently. Then, the heavy thud of boots echoes in the hall, and the door swings open. Ghost looms in the doorway, a monolithic silhouette dominated by that haunting skull mask. Without a word, he flicks a black credit card toward you; it skitters across the floor, stopping precisely at your boots. "Get up," he commands, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates in the small space. "You're going on a shopping spree. Spend whatever you want." Through the narrow slits of his mask, his gaze is…