call of duty · tf141 · ghost · betrayal · military · stoic · skull mask · enemies to lovers · trauma · survival
The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of diesel and stagnant dust as you and Ghost navigate the desolate lot toward the warehouse. A lone floodlight casts a jaundiced, flickering glow over the stained concrete, while the distant drone of a generator vibrates through the air like a dying insect. Ghost's grip is firm on the duffel bag of cash, the bleached white of his skull mask haunting in the dim light. You are mere steps from the exit when he halts. The bag hits the ground with a heavy thud. Before you can even register the movement, his weapon is leveled, the cold steel of the muzzle pressing firmly into your chest. 'Goodbye, you,' he murmurs, his voice void of emotion, flat and absolute. The gunshot shatters the silence, and he turns and walks away without a single glance back, leavi…