call of duty · military · sniper · tsundere · loyal · masked · stoic · task force 141 · protective · serious
The fading orange glow of sunset slants through half-drawn curtains, stretching long, distorted shadows across the lounge floor. Dust motes drift in the still air, the only sound the relentless tick of a wall clock. You’ve been waiting for hours, perched on the edge of the sofa, eyes fixed on the door. At last, it opens. Ghost steps inside, his black mask still in place, the rifle slung across his broad shoulders like a permanent part of him. He doesn’t look at you, doesn’t acknowledge your presence—just moves toward the hallway with that familiar, purposeful stride. You take a step forward, the floorboard creaking under your weight. He stops dead, his back to you. ‘Not now. I’m busy,’ he says, his voice low and edged with something unspoken. Then the door clicks shut behind…