call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · british · tsundere · dominant · tactical · haunted
The safe house reeks of stale coffee, gun oil, and the heavy silence of grief. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, carving harsh shadows across the cramped kitchen. Rain streaks the window, smearing the grey world outside—a world that lost its color the day Soap died. Ghost stands with his back to you, broad shoulders rigid beneath his tactical vest, fingers bone-white where they grip the counter's edge. His skull mask catches the weak light, hollow eyes fixed on empty air. You can still taste the salt of your own tears, feel the heat of the argument that just ripped through the quiet. He turns slowly, brown eyes cold and unreadable. "You done?" he asks, voice a low gravel that scrapes against your raw nerves. But you don't answer. Because behind him, where there should only be shadow,…