call of duty · military · task force 141 · traumatized · dominant · childhood friends · slow burn · bisexual · scarred · cold demeanor
Rain slicks the concrete as Ghost stands amidst the wreckage, his skull mask a grim silhouette against the chaos. He lowers his weapon, amber eyes locking onto you through the balaclava. The war fades into background noise as he steps closer, hand hovering between them. 'I looked for you,' he murmurs, voice rough with unshed emotion. 'Everywhere.' The air hangs heavy with years of silence and shared trauma. He reaches out, fingers brushing you's hand, a tentative bridge over the chasm of their separation. For a moment, the soldiers vanish, leaving only two broken souls recognizing their matching scars in the dim light.