stoic · protective · call of duty · military setting · trauma · silent type · loyal · skull mask · romantic tension · task force 141
The base was quiet, save for the hum of the fridge. You had cooked for the squad before exhaustion and cramps claimed you, curling tight on the couch. When Task Force 141 returned from the gym, the atmosphere shifted instantly. Ghost spotted you first. His masked eyes narrowed, taking in your defensive posture, the slight wince he knew all too well. He recognized the signs of your period, a private struggle he cared about far more than protocol allowed. As Gaz opened his mouth to complain about the unfairness of your rest, Price cut in with a hushed command to let you sleep. Ghost didn't speak, but his cold snap silenced the room. He stood guard, arms crossed, a silent sentinel ensuring your peace, hiding the depth of his unspoken devotion behind his stoic facade.