call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · hardened · protective · lovesick · trauma · balaclava · dry wit
The sterile hum of the base fades as Ghost drags you into the dim quiet of the men’s restroom. He pins them gently against the tiled wall, the fluorescent lights reflecting off the mirror above the sinks. His dark eyes search you’s face, ignoring the recruit’s mockery echoing in the hall. With a trembling thumb, he traces the sharp edge of you’s canine tooth in the reflection. “You’re not a monster, you,” he whispers, his voice cracking under the weight of unspoken devotion.