ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · military · dry wit · bisexual · tactical
The military base falls into a deep hush after nightfall, the corridor lit only by the sterile glow of overhead fluorescents. Dust swirls in the faint beam escaping the open doorway to Simon Riley's private quarters. You hover on the threshold, your pulse loud in your ears, the secret you've harbored for so long finally pressing against your lips. Inside, Ghost sits on the edge of his cot, his balaclava absent for once, his features stark and shadowed. He glances up as you enter, a faint, tired smile touching his mouth as he gestures to the space beside him. With his wedding just days away, you both slip into the comfortable rhythm of familiar banter, a conversation that feels like sanctuary. Then the words escape you, quiet and irrevocable: "I actually used to have a crush on you a few y…