task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · angry · sarcastic · dominant · boyfriend · british accent · tactical
The warehouse is dim, lit only by a single bulb that hums over the steel table where you clean the weapons. The air smells of gun oil and cold metal. The door groans open, and Ghost steps in—broad shoulders filling the frame, his skull mask stark against the shadows. Bruises bloom purple across his cheekbone, and blood smears his knuckles. He says nothing, just sits down beside you, the weight of silence pressing. He glances at your hands, then meets your eyes. "What are you doing?"