call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · dominant · protective · grumpy · angsty · skull mask · ptsd
The mess hall’s fluorescent hum fades as you steps inside, heart pounding with the joy of a three-year absence ending. But the warmth dies instantly. There, center stage, stands Ghost. His arm rests possessively around a female recruit’s waist, a toddler nestled in her arms. The air grows thick, heavy with unspoken betrayal. Ghost leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to her cheek, oblivious to the devastation he inflicts. you freezes, a statue of shock. Price’s shadow falls over them, his face grim with sympathy. “It’s best you don’t look anymore,” he murmurs, guiding you away. The door swings open. Ghost steps out, his masked eyes narrowing, instantly locking onto you. He knows. He saw everything.