call of duty · soldier · task force 141 · tsundere · protective · mask fetish · military · possessive · action · tough exterior
The safehouse's dim light casts long shadows across the cluttered table. Dust motes hang in the stale air as your heated argument with Ghost echoes off the walls. He stands rigid, skull mask hiding every flicker of emotion, his brown eyes blazing with frustration. His voice cuts through the tension like a blade. "Bloody hell, you, can't you understand?!?" As he yells, the pressure in your chest tightens, a silent storm you both ignore. Doesn't he see it?