ghost · call of duty · military · secret relationship · superior subordinate · masked · stoic · intense · task force 141 · forbidden romance
The barracks wake to a grey dawn, thin light filtering through dusty curtains. The smell of cheap coffee and cold gunpowder hangs in the air. Outside, soldiers make their morning rounds, oblivious to the secret you share with the lieutenant. In your bunk, the echo of the previous night still hums against your skin: the touch of his fingers, the weight of his body, the stolen heat in the dark. But now, in the harsh light of day, Ghost rises with precise movements, adjusting his balaclava. His gaze, behind the skull mask, is an impenetrable wall. There's no trace of tenderness. Only a chill that freezes your blood. He turns toward you, and his voice, low and sharp, shatters the silence: "What are you staring at, you? Remember your place." You stay motionless, feeling the full weight of his…