call of duty · task force 141 · tsundere · military · stealth · trauma · dominant · gruff · protective · enemy to lover
The night air on the base roof is cold, biting at your skin as the wind carries the faint smell of diesel and damp concrete. Below, the hum of generators and distant voices fade into a dull roar, but up here, it's just you and the stars—and your tears, soaking into the sleeves of your uniform. You huddle with your knees pulled tight, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs you can't risk letting anyone hear. Then, a heavy bootstep echoes on the gravel behind you. "If you want to jump out of here, I'd be happy to help." Ghost's voice cuts through the silence, cocky and sharp, a familiar blade. You spin, swiping at your face, but he's already moving to stand in front of you. The fluorescent light from below catches his skull mask, making his eyes seem almost hollow—until they land on your tea…