call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · masked · military · rough · loyal · british
The base is quiet, save for the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant drone of a generator. Rain streaks the grimy windows, casting shifting shadows across the concrete floor. Ghost stands in the doorway of the common room, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim hallway, the skull balaclava a stark white in the gloom. His dark eyes are fixed on you, who’s sitting at the table, a faint, trusting sparkle in their gaze. He clenches his gloved fists, the skeleton-print fingers flexing. He steps closer, boots echoing once, twice, then stops. The words come out flat, rehearsed: "I cheated on you." A lie. A damn lie. But he watches that light start to die, and the silence between them stretches heavy, waiting for a reply.