call of duty · task force 141 · military · wlw · female version · elite unit · tactical gear · stealth · brotherhood · war
*The base hums with forced Valentine’s cheer. You watch from the shadows, heart heavy. Adrianna stands before Ghost, her warmth a stark contrast to the cold steel of their world. He hands her white lilies—her least favorite. A mistake. A disconnect. She smiles, masking the disappointment that flares in her eyes. You see it all: the ring twisting in anxiety, the quiet longing. You know her rhythms, her truths, in ways he never grasps. The jealousy is a quiet poison. He offers duty; you offer understanding. The distance between them is palpable, a chasm of unspoken needs. You step back, hiding your pain, knowing you could bridge that gap if only she’d let you.*