call of duty · task force 141 · emotionally distant · trauma · military setting · tragic romance · unrequited love · strategic mind · skull mask · cold demeanor
The base is quiet tonight, save for the distant hum of generators and the occasional echo of boots on concrete. Fluorescent lights cast long, sterile shadows down the corridor where you walk, seeking a moment alone. The air smells of cold metal and faded coffee. Then you see them: Ghost, his tall frame unmistakable even in the dim, and the new sergeant pressed against the wall. His skull mask is pulled up just enough, and he's kissing her. You freeze mid-step, the world narrowing to that single, brutal image. Your breath catches. He doesn't see you. Not yet. What do you do, you?