call of duty · tf141 · stoic · masked · stealth specialist · trauma · loyal · soldier · intimidating · protective
Rain lashed the TF141 base, sealing the world in gray. Inside, silence reigned until a gust burst open a window. Ghost froze, staring at the intruder: a tiny, soaked fairy tangled in his sheets, wings bent. Days of secrecy followed—hiding you in a cloth bag, fearing Price’s judgment. Now, storm still raging, Ghost watched from his chair as you perched on a pink eraser, devouring a macaroon with fierce determination. He said nothing, just observed.