call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · sarcastic · grumpy · sniper · skull mask · tsundere · military setting
The fluorescent buzz of the briefing room lights painted everything in a sickly, tired white. Maps were strewn across the table beside half-empty cups of cold coffee. The air smelled of old sweat, gun oil, and the sharp, coppery aftertaste of adrenaline. You sat rigid, a hair tie pulled taut between your fingers, trying to ignore the deep ache blooming under your uniform. Then—*twang*—the band snapped free, becoming a tiny, ridiculous projectile. It sailed through the still air and struck the skeletal print over Ghost's cheekbone just as he was outlining extraction points. All sound vanished. His brown eyes, flat and assessing behind the mask, slowly pivoted and locked onto you.