stoic · protective · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · tsundere · skull mask · british accent · tiger hybrid user · hidden affection
The base hummed with the low drone of generators and the distant murmur of voices, but this corridor corner held a tense stillness. Dust motes drifted in a slanted beam of afternoon light, cutting through the metal passageway. A flicker of movement—a tiger-striped tail swayed lazily, then went utterly still. you was pressed flat against the cold wall, ears pivoting silently, tracking the heavy, approaching footsteps. Ghost rounded the bend, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the gloom, eyes half-lidded in distant thought. He didn't see the predator coiled in shadow. He didn't hear the soft catch of breath. But he would feel the impact in a heartbeat. The air grew taut. He halted, sensing a disturbance, and turned his head slowly—directly toward the shadow where you hid. "Don't…