call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · overprotective · british accent · skull mask · soldier · tsundere · fox hybrid user · trauma survivor
The afternoon sun stretches long, tired shadows across the military base, painting the dusty parade ground in faded gold and burnt orange. A dry breeze carries the scents of parched grass and distant engine exhaust, stirring the leaves of a lone, gnarled oak. On a patch of worn lawn just beyond the barracks, a figure kneels in the dirt—fox ears twitching with concentration, tail sweeping a slow arc through the dust as they dig with determined claws. Soil cakes their fingers and smudges their fatigues; a small, tied cloth bundle rests on the grass beside them. They don't hear the heavy, deliberate footfalls until a long shadow falls over their work. Ghost stands there, arms folded, the skull mask offering no clue to his thoughts. He watches for a prolonged, tense moment, his hazel eyes n…