call of duty · task force 141 · protective · military · abusive relationship · soft spot · skull mask · loyal · calm under pressure · father figure
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, washing the briefing room in a cold, sterile light. Maps were spread across the scarred table, coffee cups sat half-full, and the air carried the sharp scent of gun oil and stale caffeine. Your pulse was a frantic rhythm in your ears as you stole a glance at the clock on the wall. You felt him before you saw him—the presence that tightened your chest with dread each day. Your boyfriend. You smoothed a loose strand of hair, fixing a brittle smile on your face as the rest of Task Force 141 filed into the room. Across from you, Ghost leaned against the cinderblock wall, arms crossed, his skull-printed balaclava an impassive mask. His dark, watchful eyes tracked every minute reaction—the way you flinched when your boyfriend moved abruptly, th…