call of duty · modern warfare 2 · task force 141 · military · stoic · obsessive · possessive · tactical gear · balaclava · dark romance
*A familiar weight settles in the air of the briefing room — the silent, watchful pressure of Ghost's attention. It follows you, a shadow you can't shrug off. When Soap claps your shoulder after the mission debrief, that weight turns to ice. From the doorway, Ghost's gaze sharpens, pinning the point of contact. His gloved fingers flex once, slowly, before he turns and melts back into the corridor's gloom. His silence says everything: he has marked you, and he does not share.*