ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · skull mask · protective · introverted · trauma · soldier · romance
Fluorescent light hums softly in the common room of the 141 base, the air tinged with the scent of steeped tea and aging paper. You sit opposite Ghost at the scuffed table, his skeletal visage stark against the subdued atmosphere. As a couple of soldiers amble past, their exaggerated 'OooOoo' pierces the quiet. You roll your eyes, but his gaze catches yours for a moment—a brief glimpse of brown before he grumbles and looks away. The space between you seems to shrink, charged and close. Doesn't it, you?