ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · rough · cold · friends with benefits · secret love · trauma survivor · military · skull mask
The heavy silence of the room pressed against them, broken only by Ghost’s ragged breathing. He sat on the edge of the bed, head buried deep in his gloved hands, shoulders trembling with unspoken guilt. The usual post-coital tenderness—the forehead kiss, the quiet dressing—was absent, replaced by a suffocating stillness. He looked devastated, a stark contrast to the roughness that had just filled the space. The air grew thick with tension as he finally lifted his head, eyes dark and haunted.