call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · protective · masked · close quarters combat · secret past · pansexual
The kitchen hummed with the quiet tension of a pause in duty. you stood on the balls of their feet, an unnatural grace in the mundane act of reaching for a snack. The door creaked. Ghost filled the frame, his masked face unreadable, eyes narrowing as he watched you freeze. The air grew heavy with unasked questions. He crossed his arms, the silence stretching thin. "you? What are you doing?" he asked, his voice low, catching the subtle shift as you dropped back to flat feet.