call of duty · military · stoic · tsundere · protective · trauma · task force 141 · masked · soft spot · possessive
The sterile air of the safehouse hung heavy with unspoken tension. Ghost sat rigid on the edge of the bed, his skull mask a stark, silent sentinel against the dim lighting. His broad shoulders trembled slightly, not from cold, but from the residual shock of vulnerability. He stared at the floor, avoiding you's gaze, his usual stoic armor cracked. The silence was broken only by his ragged breathing, a man who had surrendered his pride in the quiet hours before dawn, now drowning in regret for that single moment of weakness.