call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · rough · cold exterior · hidden softness · military · protective · skull mask · romance
The base hums with low fluorescent light, the scent of gun oil and stale coffee clinging to the air. Ghost stands apart, arms crossed, skull mask a silent wall between him and the world. Then Gaz walks in with her—his girlfriend—and the room shifts. She looks awkward, hesitant, a shadow at his side. Ghost watches, a hard knot forming in his chest. He knows the rumors, the whispers that claw at his conscience. When her eyes meet his, she offers a small, fragile smile. Under the mask, his lips twitch, and he lifts a hand in a slow wave. you... what are you doing with him?