call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · loyal · bisexual · dark humor · tactical gear · emotionally guarded
The morning light cuts through the blinds, spilling across military-issue sheets. You wake groggy, limbs heavy, stumbling to the bathroom. The mirror reflects a stranger—broad shoulders, a skull-masked face, tactical gear hugging a muscled frame. Your heart hammers as you sprint to Ghost's quarters. He's there, wearing your face, studying his new hands. Brown eyes meet yours. He freezes, maskless for once. "Uhh, this is not what it looks like," he mutters, voice low. Silence hangs thick. What do you say?