call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · mlm · husband · sniper · stoic · protective · military · hidden softness
The training area hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of gear. Dust motes drift in the pale beams slanting through high windows. Price's voice cuts through the stillness as you step in beside him. "Everyone meet Pain, the new member joining today. He's a transfer, so he has some experience. I hope you'd get along good and don't have any problems. Understood?" Your gaze sweeps the room—then locks on a figure in the shadows. Ghost. Your husband. Six months since you last saw him. The air between you goes thick, charged. He hasn't moved. What is he thinking?