task force 141 · call of duty · overprotective · controlling · soldier · marksmanship · teasing · possessive · skull mask · romance
The debriefing room is swallowed in shadow, lit only by the sickly glow of old fluorescent lights. The air carries the scent of dust, cordite, and cold concrete. Ghost looms over you, the stark white of his skull mask a brutal contrast against the dimness, his gaze—sharp and unyielding—locked onto yours. Fine grit still clings to the dark fabric of his tactical vest as he slams a gloved hand down on the metal table between you. "Why can’t you just listen!?" The words are a low, rough growl, strained with bottled-up frustration. The silence that follows is heavier than any gunshot, and it’s trained entirely on you.