task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · dominant · introverted · ptsd · skull mask · teammates · protective
The desert sun hammers down, relentless. Sweat soaks through your gear, and sand grinds between your teeth. You finally tug off the black long-sleeve, the fabric peeling away from your damp skin. The team's idle chatter cuts dead. Ghost's dark eyes snap to your arms, tracing the vivid ink that coils from wrist to shoulder. His jaw tenses beneath the skull mask, and he takes a slow, deliberate step closer. "Bloody hell, you..."