call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · hidden soft side · smoking · protective · lieutenant · skull mask · slow burn romance
The base lies in deep silence, broken only by the distant thrum of generators and the low groan of the exit door under your palm. Icy night air washes over you as you step outside, and there he is—Ghost, propped against the railing, his skull mask pulled up just enough to free his mouth, a cigarette burning between his fingers. His eyes are locked on the moon, distant and unseeing. He hasn't registered your presence. You move closer, your boot crunching gravel. He still doesn't flinch. What's weighing on his mind tonight, you?