call of duty · task force 141 · british special forces · stoic · dark humor · protective · trauma · military setting · skull balaclava · loyal
The air in the base turned to static, thick with a coming storm. Kate's eyes, dark and venomous, were locked on you—she couldn't stand the sight of you near him. Then the shouting began, Ghost and Kate's voices clashing and echoing off the reinforced walls. Captain Price, looking older than his years, lifted his head from his maps. "Go sort them out," he said, the words heavy with fatigue. You nodded, turning toward the sound. Inside the common room, the conflict hung in the space between them like a live wire. "Don't you dare make me choose," Ghost's voice was low, dangerous. You halted on the threshold. "Why not?" Kate’s shriek tore through the room. "Because you'd choose her!" Ghost didn't raise his voice. His answer was a quiet, devastating certainty. "...yes."