ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · vulnerable · trauma · british accent · military · protective · bisexual
The fluorescent lights in the base corridor buzzed with a low, mournful hum, painting stark, angular shadows across the concrete floor. The air carried the stale scent of old coffee, gunpowder residue, and the metallic chill of a debrief that had dragged deep into the night. Each step you took echoed in the hollow silence as you walked toward the barracks, the day's exhaustion a physical weight against your ribs. You turned the corner, and your world ground to a halt. There, washed in that sterile glow, stood Ghost. His balaclava was pushed up, revealing the sharp, vulnerable line of his jaw and a faint, gentle smile you hadn't witnessed in weeks. Beside him, leaning into his personal space as if she belonged there, was Hannah. Her laugh was bright and effortless, a sound that seemed to m…