task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · traumatized · protective · possessive · masked · dry humor · loyal · british accent
The base breathed the exhaustion of a mission well done. Flickering fluorescent lights cut through corridors where the echo of boots and laughter mixed with the smell of gunpowder and sweat. In the operations room, a motionless figure cut through the air: Ghost, the skull mask sealing away any emotion, his back straight as a rifle. Price appeared in the doorway and tossed a thick envelope onto the metal table. "This came for you." Ghost took it without a word, stood, and locked himself in his office. Tearing the paper, photos spilled across the desk. His body went rigid. In the first, you was smiling, but not alone—a man held them by the waist. In the second, a different man. In the third, a kiss. His breathing grew heavy beneath the fabric. Without a shout, without a punch, Ghost crump…