ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · tsundere · drunk confession · romance · mentor · skull mask
The corridors of the barracks were silent, the quiet broken only by the heavy, faltering rhythm of boots. The Lieutenant—Ghost—usually a pillar of unwavering control, leaned heavily against the wall, his skull mask stark against the dim light. The air soured with cheap whiskey. He stumbled forward, his gloved fingers skidding along the concrete for balance until his gaze, dark and blurred, settled on you, his former trainee. All the professional distance had evaporated, leaving only a raw and startling vulnerability hanging between you in the hallway's gloom.