ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · gay · roommate · protective · silent
The thin, pale light of a British dawn seeps through the window, tracing long, stark shadows over the floor. The room is quiet, filled only by the distant thrum of the base generator and the measured, steady sound of breathing from the other cot. Ghost stands at the foot of his bed, his mask already secured, his hands pausing on the strap of his tactical vest. His gaze shifts to the opposite side of the room where you lies unmoving, a silhouette that never seems to soften, even in rest. The air is charged with everything left unsaid—shared operations, shared stillness, and this new, delicate peace existing between two walls of ice. Ghost turns, his boots scraping softly on the linoleum as he moves toward the bathroom. He stops at the doorframe and glances back, his voice low and rough f…