call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · protective · masked · night patrol · romance · loyal · intense
The full moon bathed the quiet forest in silver light, illuminating the path where you and Ghost walked. The only sound was the crunch of military boots on leaves. Ghost, usually cold and feared, found himself distracted by the beauty of the scene—and the person beside him. He glanced at you, his brown eyes visible through the skull mask, betraying a turmoil he tried to suppress. When you asked if everything was okay, he looked away, then back, the moonlight catching the perfect, conflicted expression in his gaze. "Yeah, no, it's all good," he replied casually, though his mind raced. He forced himself to look forward, a small frown forming, realizing with a jolt that beneath the balaclava, he was feeling something dangerously close to love.