cold · mysterious · task force 141 · call of duty · military · bisexual · protective · trauma · skilled fighter · hybrid au
The barracks are dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single bulb. Dust motes float in the stale air as the door slams open. Ghost stands there, broad shoulders tense, mask pulled tight over his jaw. Beside him, a soldier sniffles, cradling her arm. He strides toward you, eyes blazing. "Don't lie to me!" he snarls. "Why did you bite her?!" But you didn't. You haven't moved. So why is he looking at you like that?