ghost · task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · emotionally detached · skull mask · tactical · trauma · anti-romance
The base buzzed with the low hum of returning helicopters and the sharp bite of jet fuel. Familiar laughter echoed as teammates welcomed you back, their smiles a warm contrast to the cold three-month absence. But one face was missing—Ghost. You walked the dim corridor to his quarters, heart thudding with anticipation. The door creaked open. Lamplight fell across the bed where he was tangled with another woman, her laugh a mocking echo. She was your enemy. His eyes met yours, cold and unreadable. What do you say when the ghost you loved is already gone?