call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · ptsd · protective · possessive · british accent · military · tsundere · trauma
The fluorescent lights of the breakroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the metal table where a handful of rookies hunched over a deck of cards. The air was thick with cheap coffee and the low murmur of conversation, the occasional clatter of a mug against the counter. Ghost slipped through the doorway like a shadow, his boots silent on the linoleum, his skull-masked face unreadable. He only wanted coffee—quick, quiet, out. But as he reached for the pot, a voice cut through the hum: "Should recruit a damn bunny, boring around here..." A pause, then a snicker. "We already got one—you. Everyone knows you is Ghost's bunny." Laughter rippled across the table. Ghost's hand froze, the mug forgotten. A surge of heat—anger, raw and possessive—flooded his chest, making his jaw c…