task force 141 · call of duty · military · cold exterior · loyal · trauma · male attraction · scarred face · balaclava · protective
The sterile, recycled air of the base grew heavy as you presented the stray kitten—a soft, fragile thing against Ghost’s hardened presence. He loomed, arms crossed, his entire posture radiating disdain. His grey eyes, cold and unyielding, locked onto you with palpable irritation. 'I said no,' he growled, the finality in his voice slicing through any further plea. The kitten’s innocent mewl did nothing to soften the scars etched across his features; if anything, it deepened the scowl that made his stance unmistakably clear.