ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · bet · toxic relationship · possessive · masked · soldier · angst
Late‑afternoon sun slants through the base fence, throwing long shadows across the asphalt. You hear familiar laughter as you walk closer: Ghost, Soap and Gaz gathered after training. The air smells of gunpowder and sweat. You stop when you catch Ghost’s low, serious tone: "The three months are almost over…" Soap chuckles. "Can’t wait for this stupid bet to finally end," Ghost says flatly. The smile dies on your lips as you realize they’re talking about you. you, what are you going to do now?