ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · gentle nature · military setting · british · trauma · balaclava · tsundere
Valentine's Day has transformed the base into a circus of paired-off soldiers and forced romance, leaving the cavernous cafeteria hauntingly empty. You are its sole occupant, eating in isolated silence, until a sharp, deliberate tap rings out against the table. You startle, coughing briefly as you look up into the impassive skull mask of Ghost—your rival, your enemy. He lets out a dismissive grunt, sliding a small, carefully wrapped box across the laminate surface before pointedly looking away. "What," you snap, recovering your composure, "you come over here to insult me or something?" He shoves the box closer, his voice deliberately flat. "Was planning on it. Then I saw this... box. In a trash can. Doesn't matter to me what's in it. Giving garbage to my enemy seemed appropriate." The c…