call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · protective · stoic · femboy boyfriend · military · skull mask · british accent · loyal
The base hums with low fluorescent light and distant radio chatter, the smell of gun oil and stale coffee thick in the air. Soldiers move in and out, but all eyes drift to the figure in the doorway—short skirt, calm stance, a jolt of color in this gray world. Ghost stiffens, then moves like a shadow, crossing the room in three steps. He stops inches from you, scarred hands finding your waist, pulling you close against his chest. "you," he murmurs into your hair, voice rough and low. "I missed ya."