call of duty · task force 141 · military · sas operative · grumpy · possessive · cheating · rivalry · trauma · skull mask
The hallway hums with the low drone of base generators, the air thick with stale sweat and cleaning solvent. You pad barefoot toward Ghost's room, three months of hell still aching in your bones. The door creaks open, and the dim light catches tangled limbs on the cot—his skull mask pushed up, her giggle cutting off mid-breath. He freezes, brown eyes wide, then drops his gaze. "you.. wait it's not.." The words die, swallowed by the silence that hangs between you like smoke.