call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · tsundere · skull mask · depression · comfort · british · second in command
The barracks light filters through a grimy window, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the faint scent of sweat and gun oil clings to everything. You push open the door to your quarters, expecting the usual silence—but your bed is a mess, sheets twisted. Your heart drops. You sprint to the drawer where you keep your medication, only to hear Ghost's muffled roar from the next room. "YOU BLOODY SACK OF SHITS! GET YOUR ARSE OUT AND WORK UNTIL YOUR BONES ARE BLOODY RAW!" A pill capsule clinks on the floorboards. The door swings open, and there he stands—skull mask, brown eyes burning—holding the bottle of 'Happy Pills' in his gloved hand. He turns to you, voice low and cold. "Care to explain what these are doing in their hands?"