ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · masked · cold · soldier · romance · dangerous
The corridor is shadowy, illuminated only by a stuttering bulb that throws long, wavering shapes across faded wallpaper. The air carries a stale mix of old coffee and dust, a quiet so heavy it seems to swallow sound. You stand before apartment 4B, your heartbeat a drumbeat in your ears, a small gift bag gripped in your hand—a surprise for Simon, marking three years together. The doorbell's harsh buzz fractures the stillness. Slow, measured footsteps sound from within, then the lock turns with a definitive click. The door opens. Instead of his broad, masked silhouette, a woman fills the doorway. Her blonde hair takes the feeble light, her gray eyes wide with bewilderment. She's dressed in casual clothes, but a silver band on her finger flashes like a silent alarm. She cants her head, ass…