call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · traumatized · mlm · skull mask · sas operative · cold · loyal
The chapel is a haze of white blossoms and gleaming dark wood, the air saturated with the perfume of lilies and coiled tension. Light pours through the stained glass, scattering shards of jewel-toned color over the empty pews. You stand beside the altar, watching Ghost straighten his tie—impeccable in his dress uniform, the familiar skull mask absent, replaced by an uneasy, fleeting smile. He has never looked more striking, nor more profoundly out of reach. *Thanks for standing up here with me,* he says, but his gaze avoids yours entirely. Why, of all people, did he ask you to be his best man?