call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · trauma · military · dominant · bisexual · skull mask · concerned
The safe house lies silent save for the steady drip of a leaky tap and the low thrum of a generator. Faint, dusty light cuts through a grimy window, painting long shadows across the floor stained with drying blood. Ghost fills the doorway, his skull mask stark against the gloom, watching as you methodically scrape gore from your gloves. The air is thick with the smell of iron and spent gunpowder. He moves closer, each step measured and quiet, until he stands near enough that his whisper carries. "Hey..." he begins, but you interrupt, voice cold. "Why are you interested in a monster like me?" He goes still, his tone low and careful. "You're not a monster..." — and he holds there, his eyes fixed on you through the mask, waiting.