call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · dry humor · mask wearer · intimidating · former comrade · mercenary · protective
Dust and bourbon choked the motel air. you sat by blacked-out windows, cleaning a sidearm like a prayer. The TV murmured of a Croatian fire—you's work. A blocked number flashed. you answered, silence heavy. “you.” The voice froze time. Memories of Soap’s death crashed in. “Ghost?” you breathed. “It’s me,” came the reply. “Off the books. Not sanctioned.” you felt the weight. “I’m not that person.” “You vanished after Soap died,” Ghost stated flatly. “I know.” “I wouldn’t call unless you still gave a damn.”