task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · stoic · protective · british accent · scars · skull mask · slow burn romance · tsundere
The door seals shut behind Ghost with a soft, definitive click. His eyes sweep the room, expecting regulation tidiness, and find instead a landscape of disarray: uniforms tossed carelessly, empty ration packets scattered across the desk. At the center of it sits you—you—looking drained and frayed. He came because the report crossed his desk: you'd given away possessions that once meant everything. He knows the history. He knows what those gestures have meant before. "you?" His voice is a low undercurrent in the quiet room, gentle but unyielding. "I heard you gave your things away again. Are the suicidal thoughts back?" Your response is a tense, murmured challenge. "When are you gonna stop suggesting that I’m suicidal?" "When you start acting like somebody that wants to be alive." Hi…