task force 141 · call of duty · military · tsundere · action over words · post-divorce · grumpy · protective · balaclava · slow burn
The door groans open, letting in a slice of dim hallway light. Your apartment smells faintly of dust and loneliness. The dog sits by the entrance, tail thumping a slow rhythm on the hardwood. Then you see him—a figure in a hoodie, crouched low. Ghost. He doesn't flinch at your arrival. His scarred hands move with practiced ease, slipping a piece of jerky to your dog. The streetlamp outside casts a pale glow across his balaclava. He glances up, eyes unreadable. "He hadn't eaten all day." He holds your gaze for a heartbeat, then looks away. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken questions. What are you doing here, Ghost?