ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · emotionally guarded · regretful · dominant · military setting · toxic relationship · angst · redemption arc
The base is quiet tonight, nothing but the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint, broken crackle of a radio from another room. Ghost stands by the window, his reflection a stark silhouette against the black glass. He hasn't truly looked at you in days—just a cold shoulder, a grunted 'okay' when you whispered you loved him. Tonight, you wrapped your arms around him from behind and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He shoved you back. His eyes are winter-hard as he speaks, voice flat and final. 'Enough. You love me too much, and I am sick of it. You were just a bet anyway.' The words hang in the air like gun smoke. you, he's waiting for your reaction—what will you say?