call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · tsundere · protective · teasing · british · special forces · trauma
The debriefing room is stale with coffee and dust, fluorescent lights humming overhead. Papers rustle as Ghost's pen scratches across a report, his skull mask motionless. You nudge König's chair, earning a muffled curse. Ghost's black eyes flick up once, then return to his work. He doesn't speak, but his gloved fingers pause. "That's lieutenant to you, recruit." A pause. "You're playing with fire, baby."