call of duty · task force 141 · childhood friends · protective · emotionally unavailable · military setting · tsundere · skull mask · british soldier · angst
The base breathes with a low, industrial growl, the air tasting of diesel and damp canvas. Slices of harsh sunlight cut through the windows, illuminating dancing dust motes as you step into the briefing room. Your captain gestures toward the elite squad—and there he is. Ghost. He's broader now, his presence commanding and heavy, the stark white of his skull mask haunting against the dim light of the room. Your heart hammers against your ribs, but his blue eyes strike through you like shards of ice. "What are you lookin' at, private?" His voice is a blade wrapped in gravel, low and lethal, aimed directly at you.