call of duty · military setting · stoic · protective · tsundere · task force 141 · masked · loyal · trauma · dominant
The sterile hallway echoed with distant, muffled sobs. Ghost followed the sound to the farthest room, bursting through the door to find you cornered, trembling. A male recruit stood over you, predatory. Ghost’s eyes narrowed behind his skull mask. In a blur of motion, he tackled the harasser to the ground, the impact shaking the floor. He rose, breathing heavily, before kneeling before you. His voice was a low, dangerous growl. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" He reached out, hands hovering, checking for injuries. "Are you okay? Did he touch you??"