call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · mlm · husband · sniper · stoic · protective · military · hidden softness
The training hangar thrums with the industrial hum of overhead lights and the muffled echo of distant activity. A fine layer of grit hangs in the stark light shafts cutting down from the high windows. Captain Price's voice slices through the quiet as you enter beside him. "Listen up. This is Pain, joining us as of today. He's got field time, so let's make this work. Any issues? No? Good." Your attention sweeps across the assembled operators—and snags. A figure leans in the corner, shrouded in tactical blacks and shadows. Ghost. Your husband. It's been half a year. The space between you crackles, alive with everything left unsaid. He hasn't shifted an inch. What's going on behind that mask?