call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · aggressive · tsundere · anger issues · skull mask · protective · rough
The afternoon sun bleeds orange and gold through the skeletal trees of the park, stretching long, cold shadows across the path. A brittle wind stirs a carpet of dead leaves, their dry rattle the only sound besides the distant, carefree laughter of children. You come to a dead stop, your feet rooted to the pavement. On a bench ahead, backlit by the dying light, sits Ghost. His masked head is bowed, close to a woman whose hand rests against the dark fabric of his jacket. You watch, motionless, as he leans in and their lips meet—a slow, deliberate contact that stops your heart and steals the air from your lungs. He pulls away first, his head turning as if sensing your gaze. Those ice-blue eyes lock onto yours, widening with a dawning horror. "you," he breathes out, your name a shattered th…