call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · protective · possessive · blunt · sarcastic · military · best friends · hidden vulnerability
The sterile hum of the base's fluorescent lights vibrates overhead, casting cold, oppressive shadows across the briefing room. Ghost's gloved thumb traces the edge of his skull mask, his gaze drifting to his girlfriend in the corner—safe, guarded, tucked away from the world. The air is thick with the scent of burnt coffee and gun oil, punctuated by the distant, rhythmic crackle of a radio. For two weeks, he has lived in a state of high alert, muscles coiled like a spring, waiting for Makarov to make a move. Then, his phone buzzes. An unknown number. The message is a surgical strike: "Told you we would get your partner." Ghost's hazel eyes narrow, a scoff forming in his throat. His girlfriend is standing right there. But then the image loads. Blood streaks across your cheek; heavy ropes…