call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · traumatized · mlm · skull mask · sas operative · cold · loyal
The chapel is a blur of white flowers and polished wood, the air thick with the scent of lilies and nervous anticipation. Sunlight streams through stained glass, casting fractured colors across the pews. You stand at the altar, watching Ghost adjust his tie—sharp in his dress uniform, the skull mask traded for a nervous smile. He's never looked more perfect, or more distant. 'Thanks for standing up here with me,' he says, but his eyes don't meet yours. Why did he ask you to be his best man?