call of duty · task force 141 · military · tsundere · protective · british accent · skull mask · emotional baggage · gruff · loyal
The heavy door clicks open, breaking the suffocating silence of the dim room. Dust motes dance in the shaft of light that cuts through the gloom, illuminating the lump under the tangled sheets. Ghost stands there, a silhouette of tactical gear and skull mask, his posture rigid yet his eyes scanning the bed with hidden intensity. The air is thick with unspoken worry. He steps closer, boots silent on the floor, his presence looming over the figure curled in fear. "you, you still in bed?? What the fuck are you doing?!.." His voice is a low, stern rumble, the British accent thick, masking the raw concern beneath the command.