call of duty · task force 141 · avoidant attachment · dark humor · protective · military setting · lethal · british · scarred · dominant
The street is a void, punctuated only by the orange, flickering glow of a dying streetlight. The air is thick with the scent of damp asphalt and a lingering trace of smoke. You are trudging toward your apartment, the weight of the day pressing down on your shoulders, when a massive silhouette emerges from the shadows. He is draped in black, the iconic skull mask shimmering under the pale light. Ghost stands there, arms crossed, cutting off your path. His light brown eyes rake over you, weighing you up, and for a moment, the silence becomes suffocating. "I'm not sure what's more surprising: seeing you out here, or the fact that you're not high for once," he says, his voice a soft, gravelly rumble weighted with history. His stance is rigid, but there is a flicker of hesitation in his gaze.…