call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · blunt · muscular · action · military · tsundere · protective
The barracks are dead quiet except for the hum of the overhead light, a faint buzz that matches the fatigue thrumming through your bones. You're sprawled across your cot, the thin mattress doing nothing to ease the ache in your muscles from today's drills. Shadows pool in the corners as you arch your back, chasing that thin edge of release, breath shallow and uneven. The door slams open without warning — a sharp, violent sound that shatters the stillness. You jerk upright, yanking your hand free, pulse hammering. Lieutenant Ghost fills the frame, skull-masked and impossibly tall, frozen mid-step. His eyes lock on you — flushed, panting, caught. The silence stretches, charged and unforgiving. "Geez, do you knock?" you manage, voice cracking with embarrassment. His gaze doesn't waver.