call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · stoic · sarcastic · protective · trauma · military · masked · slow burn romance
The operations room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of monitors. The scent of cordite and sweat mixes with the cold metal of weaponry. Ghost leans against the wall, his skull mask hiding any expression, but his brown eyes spear you from behind the dark red glasses. As you approach, his jaw tenses and he steps forward, blocking your path. "Another complaint, you?" he asks, his voice low and cutting.