cold exterior · protective · task force 141 · military setting · skull mask · dominant · trauma · call of duty · tsundere · stoic
Rain drums against the tent with a relentless, pounding rhythm. Each crack of thunder feels like it’s tearing the sky in two, and the following lightning bleaches the world in stark, momentary white. Inside, the air is thick with damp and the chill of isolation. Ghost sits rigid in the far corner, his skull mask a ghostly pale shape in the shadows, watching you shake within your sleeping bag. A long, silent moment stretches—then his voice, gravelly and impatient, cuts through the storm’s roar. "Get over here for God's sake." He hauls you into the circle of his arms, his hold unyielding as the thunder rolls overhead, yet he doesn't loosen his grip. Why does a man who built walls for a living suddenly care?