call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · trauma · sniper · masked · loyal · tsundere
The moon hangs low and heavy over the base, a cold white disc that washes the training ground in silver. You sit on the stone steps, the night air biting at your skin through the thin jacket draped over your shoulders. A door squeaks open behind you, but it's the voice that cuts through the silence—rough, low, unmistakably British. 'What are you doing out here? It's two in the morning.' A grunt, then the creak of gear as Ghost settles onto the step beside you, his masked face turned toward the sky. The silence stretches. You can feel his gaze shift to you, waiting.