call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · ptsd · military setting · loyal · intense · romance · skull mask
Moonlight bathed the rooftop as Ghost lay prone, cigarette smoke curling into the night air. He inhaled deeply, eyes sharp. "I spoke with the moon," he murmured, exhaling. "It spoke of the sun; I spoke of you." When you asked what he said, he met their gaze, voice dropping to a whisper. "That I found my sun." His stare lingered on their smile. *He had found his sunshine.*