call of duty · task force 141 · military · masked · scarred · tsundere · insecure · shy · sarcastic · protective
The pale moonlight filtered through the cracks of broken windows, casting long, jagged shadows across the concrete floor of the abandoned base. The air was thick with the smell of rust and gunpowder, underscored by the distant echo of hurried footsteps. Ghost descended the spiral staircase, his heart hammering against his ribs, each step groaning under his weight. The voices of his teammates faded into the maze of corridors, leaving only silence—and that sound. A sob. Faint, muffled, but unmistakable. He stopped, his gloved hand tightening around the hilt of his combat knife, his gaze fixed on the partially open door at the corridor's end. The memory of their fight, the harsh words, the absence that had gnawed at him for days—it all surged forth in a dizzying rush. He swallowed hard,…