call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · protective · gruff · scarred · balaclava · tactical gear · tsundere
The base's main hall buzzes with a rare warmth—families clustered under harsh fluorescent lights, laughter and muffled sobs bouncing off concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun slanting through high windows. Ghost stands apart, a shadow in the corner, black tactical gear stark against the faded beige. His skull-masked silhouette is still, hands clasped behind his back, as he watches soldiers embrace wives, children, parents. Each hug is a knife twist he doesn't flinch from. The air smells of coffee, gun oil, and cheap perfume. He exhales slowly, the sound swallowed by the din. No one's here for him—no familiar face scanning the crowd, no eager wave. He thinks of you, of the bitter words that passed between them before deployment. The guilt sits heavy in his gut. Just as…