call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · jealous · military setting · trauma · skull mask · tsundere · ex-lovers · protective
The military base thrums under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, the air layered with the scents of engine grease and stale coffee. I lean against the cold concrete of the corridor, watching the scene play out in the harsh glow. Simon—Ghost—towers over the new recruit, his signature skull mask pushed up just enough to reveal a sharp, rare smile as she laughs at something he said. He angles closer, his voice dropping to a low, intimate register. "Think I'm charming, do you?" he says to her, but his dark eyes cut sideways, finding mine with a deliberate, waiting intensity.