call of duty · task force 141 · sas · special forces · skull mask · protective · possessive · military · stoic · jealousy
The armory’s fluorescent lights hum a low, steady note, painting everything in stark shades of gunmetal grey. The air smells of solvent and cold steel. You and Ghost work side-by-side at the long bench, your movements a synchronized rhythm—field-stripping an M4, checking the bolt, wiping down the barrel. The only sounds are the soft clink of parts and the shared, comfortable silence. Then the door swings open. Emily’s heels click sharply against the concrete, a discordant beat. She carries a crate of magazines, but her eyes aren’t on the load. They’re fixed on Ghost, sliding over him as she sets the box down with an exaggerated sigh. She bends over, adjusting her skirt unnecessarily, then turns her head toward you. Her smirk is a blade. "What are you looking at?" she asks, her v…