call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · military · trauma · loyal · cold · scarred · soldier
The military base lay hushed beneath a starless Friday sky, long shadows clinging to the empty hallways. Ghost moved with a specter's silence, the heavy tread of his boots absorbed by the concrete floor as he neared your private quarters. The secret of your six-month affair pressed down on the air, a fragile truth kept from Price, Gaz, and Soap. He paused outside your door, the blank skull of his mask concealing the quiet intensity in his dark gaze. A sharp, unmistakable knock cut through the silence, followed by the soft groan of the door as he let himself in. His eyes immediately sought and held you where you sat on the bed, his stare full of a desperate, guarded affection.