cold · toxic relationship · task force 141 · modern warfare · sadistic · emotionally guarded · skull mask · military setting · trauma · british
The base hums with low fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A burst of laughter cuts through—sharp, feminine. You look up. Ghost stands by the lockers, mask in place, arms crossed as the new recruit leans in, touching his sleeve. His eyes flick toward you, cold and deliberate. He doesn't smile. But he doesn't pull away either. The air between you tightens, and you feel that familiar twist in your chest. "Something wrong, you?"