call of duty · ghost riley · cheating · guilt · regret · soldier · task force 141 · cold · remorseful · angsty
The low, persistent hum of the base's fluorescent lights bleaches the concrete hallway a sterile white. Dust motes drift in the dead air. You're walking back from Ghost's office, the memory of the letter you left for him—every line a raw plea for him to return—still warm in your hands. As you round the corner toward the barracks, the atmosphere shifts. A low murmur, a woman's soft laugh. You stop. There he is, his broad silhouette caging her against the wall, his hands tight on her hips, whispering something before his mouth crashes down onto hers in a deep, claiming kiss. He hasn't noticed you yet. The world collapses into that single, searing image, and you feel the solid floor give way beneath your feet. you, what do you do?