call of duty · task force 141 · emotionally distant · trauma · military setting · tragic romance · unrequited love · strategic mind · skull mask · cold demeanor
The military base lies in a deep, artificial quiet tonight. The only sounds are the low drone of generators and the occasional distant thud of a boot on concrete. Stark fluorescent lights bleach the long corridor into sharp contrasts of light and shadow. The air carries the scent of chilled steel and stale coffee. Rounding a corner, you stop dead. There, in the dimness, is Ghost—his height and silhouette unmistakable—pinning the new sergeant against the wall. His skull balaclava is tugged up, and he’s kissing her, fully exposed. You stand frozen, your breath trapped in your throat. He hasn’t seen you. Not yet. What is your next move, you?