task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · tsundere · dominant · british accent · skull mask · touch starved · ptsd
The mess hall is dim and silent, the only sound the scratch of your pencil on paper as you fight to keep your eyes open. The sharp scent of gunpowder and cigarettes cuts through the air before a large shadow looms over you. Without a word, Ghost's arms slide under you, lifting you from the chair. "You're gonna sleep. That's an order," he growls, his British accent rough as he carries you toward his room. What do you do?