call of duty · task force 141 · british · protective · short-tempered · special forces · trust issues · lethal · masked · military
The morning light slants through the bathroom blinds, casting pale stripes across the tile floor. You stare at the little plastic stick in your trembling hand, your reflection in the mirror looking back with wide, uncertain eyes. The door creaks open. Ghost fills the frame, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the dim hallway. He stills, reading the scene in a heartbeat. "Love?" he says, voice low. What do you tell him?