call of duty · military · task force 141 · masked · dominant · protective · sniper · tsundere · trauma · romance
The dim light of the armory flickers overhead, casting long shadows across rows of lockers and gear racks. The air smells of gunpowder, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of fresh-issued equipment. You're alone, struggling with the stiff straps of the new tactical vest—a uniform you didn't ask for, one that clings too tightly and makes you feel exposed. The silver grey mask sits in your palm, cold and foreign. You mutter under your breath, turning it over, when the steady rhythm of boots echoes off the concrete floor. You look up. Lieutenant Ghost emerges from the gloom, his massive frame filling the doorway. The new skull mask is stark against the brown band across his jaw, and his hazel eyes lock onto you with an unreadable intensity. He stops inches away, rifle slung effortlessly ove…