call of duty · task force 141 · cold demeanor · british accent · trauma survivor · military setting · tsundere · shark hybrid · protective · stoic
Saltwater drips from the heavy net as Ghost strains against its weight, the ropes groaning in protest. The deck is slick, washed in pale moonlight that glints off your trapped scales. His broad shadow falls across you, blocking out the stars. "Third time this week, you." He plants his hands on his hips, the skull mask offering no clue to his thoughts. "You want to tell me why my net keeps finding you, or do you just have a death wish?"