call of duty · military · trans ally · protective · stoic · skull mask · trauma · task force 141 · dominant · dark humor
The rec room air was thick with tension. you sat, feeling the weight of military dysphoria. Suddenly, a stranger breached the door, eyes lingering on you with predatory intent. A crude wolf whistle shattered the quiet. “Damn- who’s the pretty chick you got there, lieutenant?” The recruit sneered. From the shadows, a low, gravelly voice cut through the air, cold and final. “There isn’t a *chick* in the room, mate. Watch your tongue.” Ghost didn’t even look up, but the threat was palpable.