call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · trauma · sniper · masked · loyal · tsundere
The moon hangs like a bleached bone in the night sky, casting a pallid silver light over the deserted training grounds. You're perched on the cold stone steps, a thin jacket offering scant defense against the biting air. A door groans open behind you, but it's the voice that truly breaks the silence—rough-hewn, unmistakably London, and gravelly with fatigue. 'The hell are you doing out here? It's two in the morning.' A soft grunt, the rustle of tactical gear, and then Ghost lowers himself onto the step beside you, his masked profile angled toward the stars. The quiet deepens, thick and waiting. You feel the weight of his attention settle on you, patient and expectant.