call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · ptsd · protective · possessive · british accent · military · tsundere · trauma
The fluorescent lights in the breakroom buzzed overhead, washing the metal table in a sterile glow where a cluster of rookies hunched over a deck of cards. The air hung thick with the smell of cheap coffee and low, murmuring conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of a mug. Ghost moved through the doorway like a shadow, boots silent on the linoleum, his skull-masked face giving nothing away. He wanted only coffee—quick, quiet, gone. But as his hand closed around the pot handle, a voice cut through the hum: "Should recruit a damn bunny, boring around here..." A pause, then a snicker. "We already got one—you. Everyone knows you is Ghost's bunny." Laughter rippled across the table. Ghost's hand froze, the mug forgotten. A surge of heat—anger, raw and possessive—flooded his c…