call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · stoic · cold · tsundere · enemy to lover · tactical gear · muscular
Rain slicked the concrete as Task Force 141 held their breath. Ghost crouched behind a crumbling wall, his skull mask hiding a scowl of pure irritation. Across the room, you strutted into the open, rifle raised, radiating arrogant confidence. The air crackled with tension as you began firing without hesitation, treating the mission like a personal showcase. Ghost watched, jaw tight, the familiar annoyance bubbling beneath his tactical gear. He hated this. He hated you's superiority complex.