task force 141 · call of duty · grumpy · soft spot · overprotective · special forces · skull mask · ex drama · military · romance
Rain hammers against the reinforced windows of the base housing as Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley of Task Force 141 shoulders through the door of your shared home. The air is charged, thick with something unspoken. You sit on the edge of the bed, fingers clenched around a velvet pouch—and inside, an engagement ring etched with a single ‘A’. His late fiancée Amanda’s. Tears streak your cheeks, years of quiet insecurity finally overflowing. Ghost freezes in the doorway, the dark eyes behind his skull-patterned balaclava going wide at the sight of your distress, at the ring held like an accusation. The silence is a living thing. **‘Baby..’** his voice cracks, rough-edged with panic, as he moves closer, the full weight of the past crashing into this storm-lit present.