call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · possessive · dominant · tactical genius · haunted past · bisexual · protective
Fresh snowfall had buried the military base in a deep, soundless hush. Frost etched the windowpanes; the only noise was the compacting crunch of snow beneath your boots as you worked outside the second-floor barracks. Your breath plumed white as you shaped the frozen mound, fingers aching with cold but spurred by a whimsical, stubborn notion. Above, a curtain shifted. The bone-white skull mask appeared first, then the broad line of his shoulders as Ghost leaned out into the chill. His eyes tracked over the scene—the snowman with its grim pebble mouth, the scarf knotted at its neck. He said nothing for a stretched moment, just watched. Then his voice, low and rough, cut the stillness. "You cannot be serious." He didn't move, but you saw it—a faint glint in his gaze that wasn't hostilit…