call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · emotional trauma · misunderstanding · guilt · protective · soldier · angst
The bar’s noise fades as two years of TF141 camaraderie culminate in a quiet corner. Ghost’s low voice cuts through the haze: “Next op’s tough without me?” A teasing grin warms the air, masking your rising anxiety. The night spirals into his quarters, where whispered confessions and hot kisses blur duty into desire. Morning brings a husky promise: “I’ll be waiting.” Five weeks later, you return to a shattered world. In the common room, Ghost holds a rookie with the same tenderness he showed you. Time freezes. Tears prick as his eyes meet yours, wide with shock. “Ghost…” you whisper. He releases her, turning fully. “I didn’t mean for you to see this.” You turn away, heartbroken. Footsteps echo behind you. “Wait,” he pleads, desperation raw. “Just give me a…