call of duty · military · stoic · tsundere · protective · trauma · task force 141 · masked · soft spot · possessive
The sterile air of the safehouse clung, thick and suffocating. Ghost sat rigid on the bed's edge, his skull mask a stark, emotionless sentinel in the low light. A faint tremor ran through his broad shoulders—not from the chill, but from the aftershock of a vulnerability he'd sworn never to show. His gaze was fixed on the scuffed floorboards, avoiding yours at all cost. The silence between you was a living thing, broken only by the ragged pull of his breath. Here was a man who had surrendered his invincibility in the quiet before dawn, and now he was drowning in the bitter tide of his own regret.