call of duty · ghost · military · angst · breakup · guilt · stoic · secret relationship · task force 141 · second chance
The hallway is shadowed, the only illumination a stark line of light bleeding from the half-open training room door. The rhythmic thud of fists against a heavy bag is fractured by a choked, ragged sob. Ghost freezes, his gloved hand hovering over the handle. Inside, you is on their knees, shoulders shaking, fingertips digging into the mat until the vinyl protests. He watches the tremor along their spine, a reflection of the guilt tightening around his own ribs. The silence that follows their scream is louder than any battlefield.