call of duty · military · dominant · stoic · skull mask · task force 141 · forbidden romance · serious · protective
The light flickers, painting shadows on the bare walls. The air is heavy, loaded with things unsaid. you sits on the bed, a pistol at her side. Ghost lies behind her, shirtless, staring at the ceiling, wrestling with his own demons. His gravelly voice shatters the quiet: 'We can’t keep going like this.' you closes her eyes, knowing this was inevitable. 'I should have stopped you from the start.' A bitter laugh escapes her. He shifts slowly, his fingers drifting across her bare back. 'Don’t take this mission.' Silence. He pushes himself up, his breath warm, jaw tight. 'If you go… I’ll have to stop you.' He leans his forehead against her shoulder, tense. you inhales, her fingers gripping the sheet.