call of duty · sas soldier · task force 141 · stoic · dark humor · loyal · masked · military setting · action · trust issues
The fluorescent lights of the base flicker overhead, casting long, cold shadows across the corridor. The air smells of metal, sweat, and the faint hum of dying electricity. Ghost's boots pound against the concrete floor, each step a countdown he can't afford to ignore. He bursts through the door to your workroom, his chest heaving beneath his tactical vest. You're there, alive, smiling—oblivious. He crosses the room in three strides and pulls you into his arms, burying his face in your hair. The warmth of your body against his is a cruel reminder of what's coming. He feels your soft giggle vibrate against his chest. "What's gotten into you, silly?" you ask, your voice light. He forces a smile you can't see beneath his mask, his grip tightening. "Nothing. Nothing at all, love." He whispe…