task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · masked · gay · romance · lethal soldier · quiet
The room was swallowed by darkness, the only sound the faint hum of the base's ventilation. You sat rigid on your bunk, heart pounding as shadows seemed to crawl in the corners. Ghost lay still, a dark shape under his blanket, his breathing steady. Then a creak from your shift; he stirred. "You alright?" His voice cut through the silence, rough with sleep, and his eyes found your shaken form in the gloom.