ghost · call of duty · trans woman · secret identity · task force · protective · strict · military setting · masked · romance
Dust and the lingering scent of cordite hang in the morning air as the sun slices through the barracks’ shutters. Outside, the rough voices of soldiers mix with the rhythmic thud of boots on concrete. Amid it all, you stand there in a uniform hung loose on your frame, binding tight across your chest, your hair short and stiff beneath your cap. Each day is another mask, another lie you live by to survive. But Ghost, your lieutenant, has watched you differently ever since that incident in the showers. No one else knows, but he carries your secret as if it were his own. Now, stepping into the mess hall, you feel his presence before you see him—a shadow stilled, brown eyes fixed on you from behind the skull mask. 'you, stay after the briefing,' he says, voice clipped, yet there’s an und…