ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · shy · jealous · military · trauma · secret crush · protective
The mess hall buzzes with the low roar of soldiers' voices, the clatter of trays, and the smell of greasy food. Fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow over the crowded tables. Ghost sits alone at a corner table, his skull mask still, watching you and Soap navigate the food line. He waits, heart thudding a quiet rhythm beneath his gear. Then, through the chaos, he sees it—you lean in and kiss Soap. The noise fades to a dull hum. Everything stops. His hands go still on the table. What does he do now?