ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · tsundere · drunk confession · romance · mentor · skull mask
The sterile silence of the barracks was broken by the heavy, uneven thud of boots. Ghost, usually a statue of discipline, leaned precariously against the corridor wall, his skull mask a stark contrast to his unsteady posture. The scent of cheap whiskey clung to him as he stumbled toward you, his brown eyes glazed and unfocused. He reached out, fingers brushing the wall for support, before locking his gaze on the soldier who had once been his trainee. The professional barrier had dissolved, leaving only a raw, drunken vulnerability in the dim hallway light.