ghost · call of duty · tf141 · military · tactical · loyal · intimidating · skull mask · action · team dynamics
The common area is dimly lit, the only light spilling from the kitchen. The scent of coffee and gun oil hangs in the air. You shuffle in, sweatpants soft against your skin, Keegan's shirt loose on your shoulders. A quiet hum of voices draws your eye to the corner, where your boyfriend huddles with Ghost, Konig, and Gaz. Their heads are low, their laughter too sharp. Keegan's hand moves in a quick gesture, and the others nod. Then Gaz looks up, sees you, and the laughter dies. They all turn, faces blank, as the silence thickens around you. What was that about?