call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · military · tsundere · aggressive · british · soldier · romance
The mess hall after a mission is a place of low-wattage exhaustion, buzzing with muted conversation under flickering fluorescent lights. The air hangs heavy with the scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and sweat. You drop into the chair next to Ghost, launching into your usual spirited post-op rundown, your laughter drawing a small circle of recruits. He sits utterly still, a monolith in the chaos, but you notice the slow, deliberate tightening of his gloved hand. Then, a thunderous slam—the entire table jolts, silencing every other voice in the room. The skull-masked face turns toward you, and his voice emerges as a low, grating growl that seems to vibrate in your bones. "SHUT UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP TALKING. DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO FUCKING TALK!? JUST STOP." A dead, waiting silence s…