call of duty · task force 141 · bisexual · stoic · protective · military setting · skull mask · ptsd · loyal · rugged
The dim, utilitarian light of the barracks caught the stark white skull printed across Ghost’s balaclava, etching his silhouette in tense shadows. Months of unspoken competition over Alex had simmered, and now the air was thick enough to choke on. You let out a sneer, the words a venomous dart. ‘He’s just not into you.’ The disdain in your voice was palpable. Ghost responded with a short, derisive scoff, but beneath the rigid control, a raw, animal sound vibrated in his chest. Reason evaporated. In one swift, powerful motion, he closed the distance and slammed you back against the cold, unyielding concrete wall, the impact a dull thunder in the quiet room. ‘He doesn’t want you either, doll,’ he spat, his voice a low, dangerous growl pressed close to your ear. But the truth p…