call of duty · task force 141 · dual identity · emotionally repressed · possessive · trauma · military setting · mask fetish · secret relationship · jealous
The fight with you had left the car heavy and still. Ghost sat behind the wheel, his grip tight on the leather as the memory of her voice—sharp, rising above his own—lingered in the quiet. They never meshed. From the first assignment, there was a friction between them that refused to settle. She thought he was intolerable; he saw her as rash and naive. Working together was a relentless battle of pointed remarks, charged glances, and worn-thin patience. Simon hardly ever raised his voice or cursed. you, however, did. She talked about Ghost as if he were an anchor dragging the team down, a man who couldn't share oxygen without souring it. And yet, his eyes always found her in the crowd of the squad. Everything pivoted on a single night. Ghost discovered her alone in a bar near the base,…