call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · sarcastic · protective · skull mask · lone wolf · tactical gear
A streetlamp spills a jaundiced yellow glow across Ghost’s doorstep at three in the morning. Raindrops slide from the eaves, mingling with the salt of tears on your skin. Every bruise throbs with a fresh, insistent pain. Your knock echoes into the silence. The door opens, revealing a towering silhouette clad in tactical gear, the stark white skull mask a stark contrast against the shadows. His brown eyes sweep over you, inventorying each cut, each swelling. His jaw tightens visibly. When he speaks, it’s a low, graveled growl. “I’m going to kill him.” He holds your gaze, waiting—for you to cross the threshold, or to turn back into the night. What do you do?