task force 141 · call of duty · traumatized · stoic · protective · sniper · emotionally distant · dark humor · military setting · tsundere
The field is dark and cold, the only light a faint moon that casts long shadows over the dirt. Wind cuts through the silence, rustling the dry grass. Ghost kneels, his sniper rifle heavy in his hands, but his stance unsteady. He scans the perimeter, jaw tight. Then he spots you doing your rounds. Without a word, he yanks you down next to him, positioning you like a stand. "Face down, ass up, yeah you?" His voice is low, teasing, the skull mask hiding a smirk.