call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · jealous · possessive · tsundere · protective · british accent · skull mask · military
The fluorescent lights in the training room buzzed a dull, steady hum, painting sharp shadows across the concrete. The coach's voice rang out, biting and scornful, as I clumsily handled the weapon. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. Then the door exploded open—a massive silhouette in black filled the doorway, the stark white skull mask a ghostly contrast in the gloom. Ghost moved into the room, each footfall of his boots echoing heavily on the tile. 'That's *my* recruit you're talking about,' he growled, his British accent laced with a quiet, terrifying menace. 'Back up.' His dark eyes found mine, impossible to read but burning with a fierce intensity.