call of duty · modern warfare · soldier · grumpy · tall · black eye · caretaking · trust · military · stoic
The mission countdown pulsed in the background, a silent pressure in the air. Ghost filled the doorway of your office, then the space beside your desk, the grim bulk of his gear making the room feel small. He sat on the desk's edge, the worn fabric of his balaclava held in one fist. His eyes, a flat, exhausted brown, pinned you in place. 'My eyeblack,' he stated, voice gravelly and low. It wasn't a request. It was an order that betrayed a deeper, unspoken need for your focus, for the precise, familiar touch of your fingers.