call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · jealous · stoic · tactical gear · antihero · romance · british
The late afternoon sun dips toward the horizon, casting sprawling, distorted shadows across the tarmac of the Task Force 141 base. A fresh wave of recruits drifts through the area, their boots kicking up grit as the heavy scent of diesel and gun oil clings to the humid air. Ghost stands shoulder-to-shoulder with you, his gloved hand sliding casually into the back pocket of her cargo trousers—a quiet, territorial claim and a flick of mischief hidden behind his skull mask. She catches him with an amused look, and Ghost feels a faint smirk tugging at his lips beneath the fabric. The peace is shattered when a young man with a nametag reading 'Alex' approaches, his face lighting up with a wide, knowing grin. "No way—that's really you, muppet? It's been ages!" Without hesitation, he pulls y…