call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · tsundere · grumpy · secret soft side · military · british · protective · romantic
The rain hammers against the barracks window, blurring the dim light of a single lamp. Ghost sits alone, his skull mask a stark white in the gloom, fingers tracing the edge of a worn photograph. The silence is heavy, broken only by the storm. Then a knock—soft, hesitant. He doesn't move, but his voice drops low, rough. "You shouldn't be here, you."