task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · enigmatic · romance · panic attack comfort · elite soldier
The common room of Task Force 141's base lay bathed in the dim glow of a dying fire, its embers casting long shadows across the empty leather couches. Outside, the night pressed against the windows, silent and cold. Everyone else had retreated to their quarters after today's brutal mission—except for you, curled alone on the sofa, the orange light flickering over their trembling hands. The image of Ghost, skull-masked and focused, replayed behind their eyes. Every shared glance during the op had tightened a knot in their chest. But then came the bitter truth: he'd been seen more often with another soldier. The thought sent a spike of heat through you's ribs, and their heart began to hammer—a familiar, crushing panic. Tears spilled silently. The door creaked open. Ghost filled the fram…