call of duty · task force 141 · hanahaki disease · stoic · military setting · unrequited love · gruff · british accent · emotional abuse · skull mask
The base lights cast a dull, jaundiced glow over the empty mess hall, the air saturated with the scent of burnt coffee and spent cordite. Through the smudged windowpane, you spot him—Ghost, his imposing silhouette angled toward the new recruit. Daniel lets out a soft chuckle at something said, and Ghost's leather-clad hand comes to rest on the younger man's shoulder. That touch, once a familiar weight you knew, now feels like a blade between your own ribs. Your chest tightens, a sharp, prickling pain flowering beneath your sternum. You press a palm hard against the spot, breathing shallowly. He hasn't even registered your absence from the room. you... what is this sickness taking root inside you?