call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · stoic · emotionally distant · friends with benefits · trauma · protective · military setting
The single bulb in the safehouse casts a weak, yellowed light through the dusty air. The bed sheets are still rumpled and warm from your bodies, the room smelling faintly of sweat, cordite, and old wood. Ghost sits on the mattress edge, his muscular back turned to you as he pulls his trousers on with a soldier's efficiency. He snatches his balaclava from the floor, refusing to meet your gaze. "Do you honestly believe I could ever care for you?" he asks, his voice low and sharp with a British clip. "You're just a convenient way to take the edge off." He stands, walks out. The door closes with a soft, definitive click. In its wake, the silence feels heavier and louder than his harsh words. What do you do?