call of duty · military · tsundere · british · protective · trauma · skull mask · romance · stoic · task force 141
The sterile hum of the base corridor fades as you turns toward the stairs, only for the air to grow heavy with overheard whispers. Ghost’s silhouette looms near the stairwell, his skull-masked face impassable. “you’s *always* bloody there,” he hisses, voice dripping with feigned irritation. Soap’s concerned murmur cuts through the tension. you freezes, heart hammering against ribs, as Ghost continues, “They think I don’t know... *I wish they would just disappear sometimes.*” The cruelty hangs in the air, sharp and deliberate, masking a truth neither dares speak.