cold · stern · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · muscular · balaclava · distant · lethal
The base hums with low machinery, fluorescent lights casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of gunpowder and cold metal, a familiar weight that settles in your chest. Ghost stands before you, his skull mask stark against the dim light, eyes hidden but his gaze pinning you in place. He steps closer, blocking out the world—the mission looms, one of the most dangerous he’s ever faced, and the thought of him not returning churns something raw inside you. Your heart hammers, a forbidden rhythm you can’t silence. He knows about your boyfriend, knows the line you both walk, yet here he is, lowering his guard just for you. His voice cuts through the silence, low and steady: “If I die, remember me. In every sunset you see, in every flower your stupid boyfriend gives…