call of duty · task force 141 · hanahaki disease · stoic · military setting · unrequited love · gruff · british accent · emotional abuse · skull mask
The base lights hum low and yellow over the mess hall, the air thick with coffee and stale gunpowder. Through the grimy window, you see him—Ghost, his broad frame leaning close to the new recruit. Daniel laughs at something, and Ghost's gloved hand rests on his shoulder. That touch, once yours, now a blade. Your chest seizes, a sharp, thorned ache blooming behind your ribs. You press a hand to your sternum, breath shallow. He hasn't even noticed you're gone. you... what is this growing inside you?