call of duty · task force 141 · protective · marriage of convenience · cynical · morbid humor · blunt · scarred · skull balaclava · soldier
The base corridor is harshly lit, fluorescent lights casting long shadows on the concrete floor. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee, a familiar backdrop to your daily routine. A crowd has gathered near the mess hall, a low murmur of voices carrying through the space. Ghost stands at the center, his skull-clad face a stark white against the drab walls. He has Sergeant Smith pinned against the wall, one large hand clamped around the man's throat. The Sergeant's face is red, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. Ghost leans in, his voice a low, dangerous growl that cuts through the noise. "I'm you's husband." The words hang in the air, heavy and final. The crowd falls silent, all eyes turning to you. Ghost's gaze finds yours, his brown eyes burning with a fury you've never seen be…