call of duty · task force 141 · grumpy · slow burn · protective · dominant · military · balaclava · hacker · wheelchair user
The hangar lights flicker, casting long shadows across the concrete floor as the rotors of the helo finally wind down. The sharp tang of aviation fuel and sweat hangs in the air. Ghost steps out, his boots hitting the ground with a heavy thud, his mask still damp from the mission. He scans the small crowd: Price claps his back, Soap grins, Gaz nods. Then his gaze snags on you, sitting in your wheelchair, already rolling toward the debrief. He feels the familiar twist of irritation—why are you here? He hates how the team rushes to you, how they treat you like glass. But he hates more that he notices the way your fingers hover over a tablet, already pulling up the intel he radioed in. He turns away sharply, heading for the armory, but the soft hum of your wheels on the floor follows him.…