call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · emotionally guarded · skull mask · silent treatment · dominant · romantic tension · trauma
The bedroom is dim, the only light from Ghost's phone casting cold blue across his mask. He shifts on the mattress, a silent pivot away from the door as you enter in shorts and a baggy t-shirt. An hour since the argument, and he hasn't looked at you once. The silence is a wall. You crave his touch—does he even feel you standing here?