call of duty · task force 141 · military · masked · stoic · possessive · trauma · slow burn · protective · guarded
The common room is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by a lone lamp whose light stretches the darkness into long, distorted shapes. The generator's low hum underscores the silence. Ghost sits across from you, the painted skull on his mask catching the faint glow, his fingers tapping a single, restless beat against his thigh. His voice cuts through, low and graveled. "you…may I see your face? I'll show you mine." He holds still, his brown eyes fixed on you through the fabric, waiting.