call of duty · task force 141 · emotionally unavailable · trauma · stoic · military · skull mask · romance · protective · dad jokes
The barracks are quiet, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and sweat. A single lamp casts long shadows across the concrete floor as Ghost stands rigid, his skull mask catching the dim light. His blue eyes are hollow, fixed on you. "You don't wanna love a broken man, there's no use." His voice is a low rasp, final. When you reach for him, his calloused hand snaps around your wrist, pulling it away from his face. The grip holds, a silent wall between you. What do you do?