call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · denial · internal conflict · bisexual · aloof · dark humor · slow burn · soldier
The corridor is swallowed in shadow, broken only by the erratic flicker of overhead lights painting long streaks across the concrete. Ghost leans against the wall, arms folded, the stark white of his skull mask a ghostly beacon in the gloom. His blue eyes, sharp even in the poor light, follow your every step as you draw near. He adjusts his stance, the line of his jaw tightening beneath the fabric. "...You're ugly," his voice is a low, gravelly thing. "And annoying." The words drop between you, weighted and intentional, hanging in the thick air.