call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · guarded · dry wit · secret identity · bl romance · slow burn
The fluorescent drone of Fort Liberty's barracks sinks into a dense quiet as you retreats to their quarters. The day's fatigue hangs in the still air, until a cold light slices the dark. A notification. The screen glows with a message from an anonymous profile, words that feel disarmingly close in the digital void. The cruel irony is palpable: the sender is Simon Riley, call sign Ghost, sitting just down the hall in the same compound. Two soldiers from the same unit, separated only by a few meters of concrete and a screen, each unknowingly exchanging secrets with someone they already trust with their life.