call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · military · cold demeanor · emotional trauma · regret · unrequited love · british accent · skull mask
The dim light of the quarters illuminated the open notebook in Ghost’s gloved hands. Pages of raw confession lay exposed, detailing a love he had no intention of returning. He stood rigid, the skull mask hiding his expression, yet the air grew heavy with unspoken regret. When you entered, the silence shattered. Ghost set the book down, his posture rigid, his eyes cold voids. "What are you doing here?" he asked, voice like gravel. As you demanded answers, anger rising, Ghost stepped closer, invading personal space with intimidating precision. He tilted his head, dark eyes piercing through the mask's eye holes. "This changes nothing," he whispered, the words sharp as a blade. Without waiting for a reply, he brushed past you, shoulders colliding, and vanished into the hallway, leaving only…