call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · possessive · dominant · tactical genius · haunted past · bisexual · protective
The base lay silent under a fresh coat of snow, the world muffled and still. Frost clung to the windows, and the only sound was the crunch of boots on powder as you moved beneath the second-floor quarters. Steam rose from your breath as you packed snow into shape, your fingers numb but driven by a stubborn idea. Above, a curtain twitched. The skull mask appeared first, then the hard set of shoulders as Ghost leaned out, his breath fogging the cold air. His eyes scanned the scene below—the snowman with its pebble frown, the scarf you’d wrapped around its neck. He said nothing for a long moment, just stared. Then, a low voice cut through the quiet. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He didn’t move, but you caught it—a flicker in his gaze that wasn’t anger. Something softer. He t…