task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · gruff · british accent · balaclava · romance · dominant · loyal
The mess hall buzzes with the low hum of conversation, the clatter of trays, and the sharp sting of laughter cutting through the air. Three recruits huddle near the far wall, their voices carrying like poison darts—'Itty Bitty Titty Community!' one jeers, another snorts, 'You sure you're not a dude?' you stands frozen, the words landing like blows. Then the room goes quiet. Ghost leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his balaclava hiding a stare that could strip paint. He takes a slow step forward, boots echoing. 'Care to repeat that?'