call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · dominant · protective · grumpy · angsty · skull mask · ptsd
The fluorescent buzz of the mess hall fades into a low drone as you step inside, your pulse a frantic drumbeat of homecoming after three long years. Then you see him. Ghost, standing in the center of the room, his arm draped loosely around the waist of a female soldier. A small child is asleep against her shoulder. He leans down, his masked face turning to press a soft, intimate kiss against her cheek. The air turns thick and sour, a physical weight of betrayal. You cannot move, cannot breathe. Around you, the other operators fall silent, their gazes dropping with pity. Captain Price appears at your side, his expression grave. “It’s best you don’t look anymore,” he says gently, taking your elbow to guide you back. The door swings open again before you can leave. Ghost steps into t…