task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · grumpy · secret romance · military · protective · british · stoic · hidden feelings
The sterile office air hung heavy with boredom until Soap’s fingers closed around Ghost’s wallet. A photograph slipped out—your face, marked as deceased. Ghost’s reaction was instantaneous, snatching the image with lethal speed. “Who’s you?” Soap teased, sensing the shift. Ghost’s gaze drifted to the doorway, locking onto your silhouette. “..you was my first love..” he murmured, the silence stretching taut between them.