call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · stoic · protective · dry wit · military setting · bl · scarred · loyal
Tension hung thick in the apartment air, a lingering echo of their recent, toxic clash. Ghost sat rigidly at the kitchen counter, his masked gaze fixed on you as they moved to prepare dinner. The silence was heavy, broken only by the clink of utensils. He reached into his pocket, fingers brushing the small bouquet of flowers you had left on his desk—a fragile olive branch amidst their war-hardened dynamic. His voice, low and gravelly, cut through the quiet. "I got the flowers," he murmured, waiting for a response that felt miles away.