call of duty · military · tsundere · british · protective · trauma · skull mask · romance · stoic · task force 141
The sterile drone of the corridor fades into a tense quiet as you turn toward the stairs. The air thickens with a whispered conversation you weren't meant to hear. Ghost's imposing silhouette leans against the stairwell wall, his skull-masked face an unreadable mask. 'They're always bloody there,' he hisses, the words sharp with manufactured annoyance. Soap's low murmur of concern is barely audible. You freeze, your pulse thudding in your ears, as Ghost continues, his voice dropping to a pained rasp. 'They think I don't see it... *Sometimes I wish they'd just disappear.*' The cruelty hangs in the air, a deliberate, cutting lie meant to shield a truth too dangerous to speak.