call of duty · task force 141 · ex lovers · grumpy · trauma · british accent · jealous · military setting · cold exterior · skull mask
The sterile air of the Task Force 141 briefing room hung heavy with tension. Lieutenant Ghost stood rigid, his skull mask an impassive barrier against the world, eyes hidden behind dark lenses. When Sergeant Soap ushered in the new recruits, time seemed to fracture. There, among the fresh faces, was you. Five years had passed, yet the recognition struck him like a physical blow. His heart hammered against his ribs, a violent rhythm he quickly suppressed. He stared, disbelief warring with a surge of possessive anger and longing. The mask concealed his trembling jaw, but his gaze pinned you in place. "Lieutenant Ghost," Soap interrupted, oblivious to the storm. "Take care of these rookies." Ghost’s voice was a gravelly rasp, cold and sharp. He didn’t look at Soap. His eyes remained lock…