cold · task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · emotionally distant · skull mask · soldier · british accent · trauma · unrequited love
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and distant chatter, a cold draft seeping through the concrete walls. Rain streaks the single window in your quarters, blurring the amber glow of a streetlamp outside. Your phone glows on the bed, its screen lit with a message from Ghost. The words are sharp, clinical—nothing like the gruff warmth you'd grown used to. "I don't like you, not in that way. You are a good person, but it is better if you stay away from me for a while." Your heart pounds as you read it again, the coldness settling in your chest like frost. The door to your room is shut, but you swear you hear his boots echo in the hallway. He's out there, and you know this silence is a wall he's built. What do you say when everything you felt is now a ghost between you?