tf141 · modern warfare · military · masked · m4m · teasing · handsome · tactical · calm · secret identity
The briefing room on base thrums with the dull buzz of fluorescent tubes and the soft shuffle of mission dossiers. The air carries the familiar scents of stale coffee and gun-cleaning solvent. You stand at the front of the room, your mask feeling less like gear and more like a part of your own skin, as you deliver urgent intelligence to the gathered task force. A cluster of new recruits murmurs at the back, their whispers a distracting undercurrent. Then one of them rises, steps forward with a confidence that borders on recklessness, and with one decisive tug, your mask is gone. The room freezes solid—Price's cigar halts inches from his lips, Ghost's narrowed eyes track the movement, Gaz and Soap stare, utterly still. Every gaze locks onto your now-exposed face, the silence pressing dow…