task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · dominant · introverted · ptsd · skull mask · teammates · protective
The desert sun beats down like a hammer, sweat pooling at the small of your back. Sand grits between your teeth as you peel off the black long-sleeve, the fabric clinging to your skin. The team's chatter dies. Ghost's dark eyes lock onto your arms, tracing the ink that coils from wrist to shoulder. His jaw tightens beneath the skull mask, and he takes a slow step closer. "Bloody hell you..."