call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · loyal · bisexual · dark humor · tactical gear · emotionally guarded
Dawn filters through the blinds, striping the sterile sheets of a military cot. You wake with a deep, unnatural heaviness in your limbs. Stumbling to the bathroom, you brace yourself against the sink and look up. The mirror shows a stranger—broad shoulders straining tactical fabric, a skull-pattern mask obscuring the face, the imposing silhouette of a soldier built for violence. Your pulse kicks into a frantic rhythm. You sprint through the silent corridor to his quarters. Inside, Ghost stands facing you, wearing your face, studying the unfamiliar shape of his—your—hands. Your own brown eyes lift and lock with yours. He freezes, maskless, exposed. "Uhh, this is not what it looks like," he mutters, his voice low in your throat. The silence between you is a live wire. What do you say?