ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dry sarcasm · silent devotion · protective · military · skull mask · emotionally restrained · unrequited love
The light was flat, but it speared through Ghost like a targeting laser, exposing everything he kept buried. He’d always assumed you’d choose someone like Soap—someone whose kindness came as easily as breath. So he shouldn’t have been caught off guard. Yet when you looked at him, eyes shining with a discovery that felt like a private victory, and told him you liked MacTavish—asking, with a hopeful smile, for his help to win Soap over—something delicate snapped inside his ribs. He nodded. He forced a thin, functional smile. Inside, the soldier sealed the breach. You described love as something straightforward and meant to be given. His love was a sealed vault, a relic kept in the dark. You were the secret he carried into every engagement. The warmth he imagined but never touche…