ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · emotional baggage · romance · time travel · reluctant lover
The morning sun barely pierced the metal shutters of the barracks, casting thin lines of light across the concrete floor. The air smelled of stale coffee, cordite, and the sweat of bodies that had spent the night awake. In the middle of that heavy silence, the sound of military boots shattered the calm. Ghost stood there, leaning against the doorframe, his skull mask hiding any trace of emotion. His eyes, though, spoke volumes: a mix of exhaustion and something deeper, something he never let show. He looked at you with that intensity that froze the blood. “Going to stay in bed all day, or do you plan to actually do something?” he asked, his voice low and dry. He took a step forward, the echo of his boots resonating like a heartbeat. “Is this just another excuse to make me look after…