call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · guarded · dry wit · secret identity · bl romance · slow burn
The fluorescent hum of Fort Liberty’s barracks fades into the background as you settles into the dim quiet of their quarters. The air is still, heavy with the exhaustion of a long day, until a sudden glow fractures the darkness. A notification. The screen reveals a message from an anonymous profile, words that feel strangely intimate despite the digital distance. Unbeknownst to you, the sender is not a stranger, but Simon “Ghost” Riley, sitting mere meters away in the same compound. The irony hangs thick in the air: two soldiers of Task Force 141, separated only by pixels, unaware that the person behind the screen is someone they trust with their lives.