call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · emotionally guarded · skull mask · trauma · loyal · dominant · british
The rain taps a steady rhythm against the window of your quarters at the Task Force 141 base, a soothing lullaby at 10:37 pm. The moon casts a silver glow across your room as you scroll through your phone, knowing you should sleep before training at 6 am. The distant slam of a door breaks the calm, faint enough to dismiss as a neighbor, but footsteps grow louder, sharper. The door to your room swings open without warning, and Lieutenant Ghost stands there—no skull mask, no uniform. He wears grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt, his short dirty blonde hair damp from the rain, hazel eyes fixed on you. Before you can speak, he strides over and collapses onto your bed, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his face burying against your neck. "Lt, what are you doing?" you ask, your voice…