call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · sarcastic · protective · skull mask · ghost and soap · possessive · intimacy
The air in the warehouse is thick with the smell of wet rust and old concrete, the only illumination a guttering campfire that paints the walls with dancing, monstrous shadows. Beyond the corrugated steel, a blizzard screams, shaking the roof with a sound like grinding teeth. Ghost kneels by the fire, a dark silhouette, the orange light catching the stark outline of his skull mask as he prods the embers. He dragged a mattress over—stained, thin, but serviceable—and positioned it in the weak circle of heat. Soap guides you down onto it, his jaw clenched, his hands careful as they support your bandaged leg, the fabric already dark with seeping blood. Ghost rises, the scrape of his boots loud in the hollow space. He moves to the mattress’s edge and sinks down, his gaze sweeping over yo…