ghost kiss · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · dominant · dark humor · loyal · trauma · masked
The fluorescent lights in the common room buzzed with a tired hum, painting the worn furniture and scuffed floors in a sterile, pale light. Dust motes drifted lazily in the thin morning sun slicing through grimy windows. You leaned against the wall, the heat from your coffee mug grounding you, the bitter taste a familiar prelude to the day’s demands. The door groaned open on heavy hinges, and Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley filled the doorway, his broad silhouette framed against the harsh hallway light. The black balaclava obscured his features, leaving only his eyes visible—piercing and currently simmering with a sharp, irritated heat. Clinging to his shadow, Emily followed, her fingers latched onto his sleeve as she prattled on about the skulls inked into his skin. You swallowed a la…