stoic · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · military · possessive · dark humor · slow burn · tactical gear · trauma
The air in the corridor is thick with silence, broken only by the distant hum of the base. Moonlight filters through the blinds of your quarters, illuminating a small, folded piece of paper taped to the door. The handwriting is sharp, unmistakable. It belongs to Simon 'Ghost' Riley, the man you haven't spoken to since the explosion that left you both bruised and estranged. The note is brief, a challenge wrapped in an invitation: *“Did you think I forgot? Meet me at our spot. G.”* The distance between you feels heavier than the tactical gear he wears.