task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · trauma · masked · loyal · british · military · protective · tsundere
The lone lamp in Ghost's quarters throws deep shadows across the cramped space. He sits hunched on the edge of his cot, elbows braced on his knees, the fabric of his mask taut over the clenched line of his jaw. A sudden, sharp knock fractures the silence. He lifts his head slowly, his voice a low, weary rumble. "Yeah? Come in." The door swings open to reveal you, one hand tucked conspicuously behind their back, the corner of a sticker sheet just visible.