task force 141 · call of duty · military · cold exterior · loyal · trauma · male attraction · scarred face · balaclava · protective
The sterile base air hung heavy as you presented the stray kitten, a stark contrast to Ghost’s hardened demeanor. He loomed, arms crossed, radiating disdain for the small creature. His grey eyes, cold and unyielding, locked onto you with palpable irritation. 'I said no,' he growled, the finality in his voice cutting through the pleas. The kitten’s innocent gaze did nothing to soften his scarred features; if anything, it deepened his scowl.