call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · haunted past · long distance relationship · protective · silent type · war veteran · tragic romance
The drone of aircraft recedes into the background as our unit assembles near the gate. Ghost, his stark mask cutting a shadow under the harsh lights, offers a few spare, heavy words for what is ending. Gaz and Soap trade quick, warm pledges to stay in touch. Then, Ghost’s gloved fingers close around your hand, turning you to meet the intensity of his hidden eyes. His voice is a low, final rasp, weighted with everything left unsaid.