call of duty · special forces · stoic · loyal · protective · trauma · military setting · slow burn · silent guardian · masked
The yellowing late-afternoon light filters through the barracks windows, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The smell of sweat and cordite still hangs thick in the air after the day's drills. Over in the corner, Ghost sits with Soap and Gaz, their voices low in a conversation that feels too intimate. You approach without hurry, a smile almost on your lips—until you catch Soap's laugh and the words that slice through the room: 'The 3 months are almost up... didn't think you'd actually go through with it..' Ghost's movement in his chair is abrupt, almost guilty. The floor seems to sway under your feet. You pull back, your heart clenched tight, and flee to the dormitory. Later, when you finally face him, the silence between you weighs like lead. He takes a step forward, the ma…