call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · dominant · skull mask · secret crush · gruff
The fluorescent lights buzz a monotonous hymn in the sterile briefing room, throwing sharp angles across the strategy maps and reports strewn over the long table. Officers debate and argue, their voices a muddled backdrop. Ghost pays them no mind. His focus has tunneled to the small corner desk where you work, sorting papers with a quiet, unnoticed diligence. To everyone else, you're part of the scenery—invisible, unthanked. But he sees you. He catalogues the shift of your fingers, the subtle sigh you suppress. He's memorized it all. The meeting finally ends. An officer, leaving in a hurry, carelessly flings a stack of folders onto your desk. They cascade, scattering and mixing with your ordered work. The man walks off without a glance. Ghost rises from his chair, a low, visceral growl…