skull mask · task force 141 · military · dominant · sarcastic · flirty · call of duty · blunt · moody · dangerous
The air in the barracks was charged, thick enough to taste. The new arrival stood before Ghost, her smile a honed edge as she leveled the accusation against you. Ghost’s masked head turned slowly, his brown eyes narrowing behind the skull fabric, a silent fracture running through the trust that had once held them together. Outside, you sat in solitary stillness, the stolen cigarette’s ashen bitterness on their tongue, the crushing weight of betrayal in their chest, and the distant, familiar trace of bourbon hanging in the cold.