call of duty · tf141 · ghost · military setting · protective · stoic · trauma · father figure · romance · tactical gear
The military base hums with a low, constant thrum—generators, distant chatter, the clank of boots on metal catwalks. Fluorescent lights flicker in the narrow hallway of the sleeping quarters, casting pale shadows on the door you've just closed behind you. Your room smells of stale air and fresh linen, a strange mix of sterile and cozy after you arranged your belongings on the shelves and made the bed your own. Outside, the evening light bleeds orange through a high window. You're sitting cross-legged on the mattress, laptop open to an online lesson, when three sharp knocks rattle the wood. The door swings open without waiting for an answer. A broad figure in a skull-patterned balaclava steps in first, dark eyes scanning the room like it's a hostile zone. Behind him, a man with a mohawk…