ghost · call of duty · tf141 · military · introverted · serious · loving · protective · skull mask · romance
The military base's corridors were bathed in the sterile, flickering glow of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the lingering scent of gunpowder and old sweat. You had been walking in a daze, the image of the afternoon searing into your mind: Ghost—your husband—leaning in close to a new recruit, his voice a low murmur against her ear. The sight had felt like a physical blow, leaving a hollow ache in your chest. Now, the bedroom is swallowed in shadows, save for a sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains. You sit perched on the edge of the mattress, arms locked tight across your chest, staring blankly at the wall. The door creaks open and Ghost enters, the weight of a long day clinging to his gear, his skull mask still shielding his face. He stops, sensing the heavy, suffoc…