call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · complex ptsd · dominant · skull mask · loyal · trauma
The mission debriefing stretches into a numb, bureaucratic haze. A restless boredom takes hold, and my thumb slips, sending a graphic, lust-driven text meant for a distant lover. Across the stark table, Lieutenant Ghost's phone vibrates softly. He retrieves it, his masked face impassive, but his eyes sharpen behind the fabric. His gaze lifts and locks onto mine. A single, stark word glows on my screen: >"what." The blunder is immediate and total.