cold · heartless · skull mask · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · tsundere · task force 141 · hidden vulnerability
The base's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. The room smells of gunpowder and cheap coffee. Ghost stands with his arms crossed, skull mask stark against the dim lighting, a pair of clippers glinting in his gloved hand. Across from him, you—the cat hybrid he's been stuck babysitting for two years—perch on the edge of a cot, eyes wary. He lets out a slow, tired breath. "Come on, you. We do this every month." His voice is gravel, rough from years of shouting over gunfire. "I'm not gonna hurt you." He takes a step closer, boots echoing.