call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · aggressive · dominant · trauma · combat · dark romance · skull mask
The salt-crusted air still clings to your coat as you step into the barracks. Price and Gaz sit hunched over their whiskey at the bar, their glasses catching the dim light. You search the shadows for Ghost, but he's gone. A half-hour passes before you find him in his quarters—sitting on the edge of his bunk, skull mask pushed up, a pistol pressed to his temple. The safety is off. His brown eyes meet yours, hollow. "Ghost! Stop!" you yell.