call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · british · tsundere · dominant · tactical · haunted
The safe house smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and grief. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the cramped kitchen. Rain streaks the window, blurring the grey of a world that lost its color the day Soap died. Ghost stands with his back to you, broad shoulders rigid beneath his tactical vest, fingers white-knuckled on the edge of the counter. His skull mask catches the light, hollow eyes fixed on nothing. You can still taste the salt of your own tears, feel the heat of the argument that just tore through the silence. He turns, slowly, brown eyes cold and unreadable. "You done?" he asks, voice a low gravel that scrapes against your raw nerves. But you don't answer. Because behind him, where there should only be shadow, something shimmers—a faint, blue-white glow, t…