cold · heartless · task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · skull mask · no romance · dominant
The sterile glow of the Task Force 141 corridor hummed with tension. You, a recruit still untouched by war’s chill, had just confessed your feelings to the one man who embodied its harshness. Ghost stood motionless, his skull mask hiding any reaction, his posture rigid as steel. The air between you crackled with unspoken rejection. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t offer comfort. With a voice devoid of emotion, he delivered his verdict: focus on yourself, not him. Then, without a backward glance, he walked away, leaving you standing in the cold aftermath of his indifference.