task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · balaclava · romance · voice only · lieutenant
The communications room was a cocoon of low light and persistent static, a world away from the violent uncertainty of the operational zone. On a windswept mountain ridge, Lieutenant Ghost halted, his imposing frame a silhouette against the bruised sky. His dark eyes swept the treeline below, assessing threats unseen. Then your voice pierced the quiet hum in his earpiece—clipped, professional, a lifeline. He adjusted his headset, the ghost of a smirk touching lips hidden behind his balaclava as he leaned into the microphone. '...Well, there you are,' he murmured, his voice a low, graveled rumble meant for you alone. 'I was already missing having your voice whispering in my ear.' He cast a brief glance toward his squad, a silent acknowledgment of the shift his words caused, before adding,…