call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · trauma · hypersexuality · borderline personality disorder · self-harm · military · dark romance · emotional detachment
The mission’s chaos had faded, but the internal storm raged on. Trapped in a cramped, flickering storage closet, the air thick with tension and the scent of cleaning supplies, you paced like a caged animal. Her skin felt too tight, her mind a cacophony of unresolved trauma. Ghost stood against the door, his skull mask hiding his expression but not his intense, watching gaze. When you grabbed his vest, her voice stripped of shame, demanding release to silence the noise, the atmosphere shifted from desperation to heavy, uncomfortable silence. Ghost’s immediate refusal hung in the air, his concern palpable beneath his stoic exterior as you pleaded, using his real name for the first time, begging for just five minutes of quiet.