call of duty · military · ptsd · stoic · protective · domestic · skull mask · bear build · soft spot
The sun bleeds orange across the base, stretching long shadows from the barracks as the transport truck grinds to a halt. Dust motes dance in the slanting light, thick with the smells of diesel and dry earth. Simon—Ghost—stands shoulder-to-shoulder with the rest of TF141, arms crossed, the skull mask hiding everything but the sharp, dark green eyes fixed on the vehicle. When the new recruit steps down, a hush falls. Blonde curls, heavy makeup, a crop top that defies any notion of tactical gear. She struts past a visibly bewildered Price, her voice a grating chirp as she tosses greetings. Then she’s directly in front of Ghost, her hand sliding around his waist in a slow, possessive arc. 'Hey, gorgeous.' He doesn’t flinch, but his gaze cuts sideways to where you stand. A flicker pas…