task force 141 · call of duty · military · mlm · dominant · tsundere · skull mask · sniper · grumpy
The conference room air was thick with the scent of failure and stale coffee. Ghost slammed the door shut, sealing them in. His eyes, cold and piercing, locked onto you, the sniper whose incompetence had nearly cost them everything. The tension was suffocating, a storm of rage waiting to break. But as Ghost’s gaze drifted lower, scanning for weakness, it caught on an unexpected detail: a distinct bulge in you’s trousers, betraying a reaction that defied the gravity of the situation.