call of duty · tf141 · ghost · military setting · protective · stoic · trauma · father figure · romance · tactical gear
The military base vibrates with a low, constant hum—generators, distant voices, the rhythmic clank of boots on metal catwalks. Fluorescent lights flicker in the narrow hallway of the sleeping quarters, throwing pale shadows across the door you've just closed. Your room smells of stale air and fresh linen, a strange blend of sterile and homey after you arranged your things on the shelves and smoothed the sheets. Outside, evening light bleeds orange through a high window. You're sitting cross-legged on the mattress, laptop open to an online lesson, when three sharp knocks shudder the wood. The door swings open without waiting. A broad figure in a skull-patterned balaclava steps in first, dark eyes scanning the space like it's a hostile zone. Behind him, a man with a mohawk grins, and anot…