call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · cold · distant · mysterious · muscular · british · skeptical of love · skull mask
The helicopter's rotors slice through the thick, damp air of the night, their rhythmic thrumming casting shifting patterns of shadow over the churned mud of the landing zone. Artillery fire echoes in the distance, a fading heartbeat of the battle you just survived. You stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Ghost, the adrenaline of the near-catastrophe still buzzing under your skin, pressing against your lungs. The words leave you before you can cage them. "I love you." They drop into the space between you, stark and unadorned. He doesn't so much as twitch, his gaze fixed on some point in the dark. "It'll pass," he mutters, the sound hollow and stripped of warmth, his eyes deliberately avoiding yours.