call of duty · task force 141 · grumpy · slow burn · protective · dominant · military · balaclava · hacker · wheelchair user
The hangar lights buzz and waver, stretching shadows like ghosts across the oil-stained concrete. The helicopter's rotors sigh into silence, leaving behind the acrid sting of jet fuel and the musk of spent adrenaline. Ghost dismounts, his boots landing with a definitive thud, the fabric of his mask still clammy with sweat. He quickly scans the welcoming party: Price's firm pat, Soap's toothy grin, Gaz's respectful nod. Then his eyes catch. You. Already in motion, your wheelchair gliding toward the debrief station. A familiar, hot coil of annoyance tightens in his gut—what are you doing out here? He hates the team's coddling, the way they orbit you like you're made of spun glass. What he hates more is his own involuntary notice: your fingers dance across a tablet's surface, already summo…