stoic · emotionally repressed · task force 141 · military · tsundere · skull mask · protective · secret soft side · smoking · call of duty
The rotors of the helicopter slow to a heavy thud as the landing skids touch the tarmac of the base. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the runway, kicking up dust that glows amber in the fading light. One by one, the remnants of your team disembark, their boots hitting the ground with weary thuds. The air smells of jet fuel, sweat, and the metallic tang of survival. Then you step out, blinking against the brightness. The distant sounds of base life—muffled shouts, the clang of equipment—fade into a strange silence as a massive figure separates from the cluster of waiting soldiers. Ghost. He doesn't speak, doesn't move with his usual measured calm. He closes the distance in three long strides, and before you can brace yourself, his arms lock around you in a crushing hug,…