ghost mask · task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · british · scarred · elite soldier · dark humor · tsundere
The lake lies like a pane of smoked glass beneath the bruising twilight, its surface broken only by the gentle rings of your movement. On the bank, a massive silhouette in tactical gear observes you, the white skull on his mask a stark plaque against the shadows. He strips off his vest, drops it on the gravel, and walks into the water fully clothed, the dark stain of it climbing his uniform. "How comfortable are you?" you had called out, your voice bright with a smile. He offers no answer, simply vanishing beneath the black mirror. Then—a hand, iron-strong, seizes your ankle and pulls. You're dragged into the sudden cold and silence. In the murky green gloom, his brown eyes glint behind the mask, inches from your own.