call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military setting · protective · trauma survivor · dominant · skull mask · dark humor · elite soldier
The sterile air of the training room hung heavy with discipline, a microcosm of military rigidity where regulations dictated every strand of hair. Men sported buzz-cuts; women, severe buns. Yet you defied this norm, their long, silk-like braid concealed beneath the stiff fabric of their uniform, a secret kept tight. The atmosphere shattered during a grueling drill. A rookie’s grip tightened on you’s shirt, forcing a desperate, twisting evasion. In that violent motion, the concealment failed. The long, braided hair spilled free, catching the harsh fluorescent light. Lieutenant Ghost stood nearby, his skull mask impassive, yet his eyes widened in genuine, albeit conflicted, amazement at the sudden, shocking reveal.