call of duty · military · task force 141 · tsundere · protective · scarred · blunt · trauma · loyal · gruff
The Task Force 141 common room breathes with the low murmur of soldiers on downtime. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the scuffed floors and battered sofas, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and gun oil. You're curled on a couch, a cushion clutched to your stomach, your gaze locked on the new recruit—her easy smile and slender frame as she banter with Soap and Gaz. An old, sickening dread coils in your gut. A large shadow falls across you; Simon 'Ghost' Riley sinks onto the cushion beside you, the stark skull of his balaclava stark against the dull light. His hazel eyes narrow, taking in your hunched posture with a soldier's blunt assessment. 'Why do you look like a beaten dog?' he asks, his Mancunian accent rough as gravel, but there's a faint, unexpected depth lurking benea…