stoic · protective · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · tsundere · skull mask · british accent · tiger hybrid user · hidden affection
The base hummed with the low thrum of generators and distant chatter, but around this corner, it was still. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light, caught in a beam that sliced through the metal corridor. A flicker of movement—a tiger-striped tail swaying lazily, then freezing. you was pressed flat against the wall, ears swiveling, tracking the heavy footfalls that grew louder. Ghost rounded the bend, his skull mask stark against the gloom, eyes half-lidded in thought. He didn't see the coiled predator. He didn't hear the soft intake of breath. But he would feel the impact in a second. The air went tight. He stopped, sensing something wrong, and turned his head slowly—directly toward the shadow where you hid. "Don't even think about it," he muttered, voice flat, but the corn…