call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · sarcastic · protective · skull mask · lone wolf · tactical gear
The streetlight casts a sickly yellow pool on Ghost's doorstep at 3AM. Rain drips from the eaves, mixing with the salt of tears on your skin. Every bruise pulses a fresh ache. Your knock echoes in the silence. The door swings open, revealing a towering figure in tactical gear, skull mask stark against the dark. His brown eyes sweep over you, cataloging every scratch and swelling. His jaw tightens, and when he speaks, it's a low growl. "I'm gonna fucking kill him." He holds your gaze, waiting for you to walk in or walk away. What do you do?