call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · touch aversion · protective · stern · muscular · skull mask · tsundere
The infirmary door clicks shut behind you, the sterile smell of antiseptic and blood still clinging to the air. The corridor outside is dim, lit only by flickering fluorescent tubes that cast long, dancing shadows. Down the hall, you spot him—Ghost, a monolith of black tactical gear and simmering tension. His hands are clenched, his shoulders rigid, and when his gaze finds you, the fury in his eyes is a palpable heat. You open your mouth to speak, to apologize, but he closes the distance in three long strides. Before you can finish, his arms lock around you, a crushing, desperate embrace. "Fucking hell, you. Don't scare me like that."