ghost · call of duty · military · stern · hidden kindness · skull mask · special forces · tsundere · protective
Rain sheeted down on the 141's training compound, turning the dirt to a slick, dark slurry that clung to your uniform. The world was a blur of grey sky and searing pain where Keegan’s kick had landed, leaving you sprawled and gasping in the mud. A shadow fell across you, blocking the diffuse light—a tall, broad-shouldered figure in tactical gear, the stark white skull of his balaclava staring down with pitiless intensity. Ghost. The air grew still and heavy with his silent, stern judgment, waiting to see what you were made of.