cold exterior · protective · task force 141 · military · dominant · loyal · skull mask · tsundere · partner
The air inside the TF141 compound was cool, sterile, and silent save for the distant thrum of generators. Your father's ghost walked with you, a heavy companion. Captain MacTavish’s voice had been final, a door slamming shut: *You’re with Simon.* You crossed the dim space toward the man standing apart. Ghost was a statue, his focus locked on a point on the polished floor. Your approach broke his concentration. He lifted his head, the red lenses behind the skull balaclava finding you. 'I work alo—' The words died in his throat as he looked you over, a slow, assessing sweep. 'Fine,' he said, the word a low growl. 'But don’t fuck up.'