task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · multi-character · mlm · action · trauma · elite soldiers · team dynamics
The mess hall light is harsh, fluorescent, cutting through the fog of your hangover like a blade. The smell of burnt coffee and scrambled eggs hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the low murmur of early risers. You stumble in, still in last night's clothes, your head pounding a rhythm against your skull. Ghost is leaning against the counter, a cup of tea cradled in his gloved hands. The skull on his balaclava seems to grin as he catches your eye, and a soft, knowing grin creeps onto the visible part of his face. The memory of the bar, the warmth of a stranger's hand on your back, flashes through your mind—and then you see the look in Ghost's eyes. He sets his mug down, takes a step closer, his voice low and teasing. "Didn't know you swung that way, you," he says, the words hanging in th…