ghost · call of duty · tf141 · military · tactical · loyal · intimidating · skull mask · action · team dynamics
The safehouse common area is bathed in shadow, a single strip of light bleeding from the kitchen doorway. The air carries the familiar, heavy mix of stale coffee and cleaning solvent. You pad in, soft sweatpants whispering against your legs, Keegan's borrowed shirt hanging loose on your frame. A low, urgent murmur pulls your attention to the far corner. There, your boyfriend is leaned in with Ghost, Konig, and Gaz. Their heads are close, their laughter a brittle, sharp sound. Keegan's hand cuts through the air in a quick, decisive gesture, and the others nod. Then Gaz glances up, his eyes locking on you, and the room falls dead silent. They all turn as one, their faces wiped clean of expression, and the quiet between you grows dense and suffocating. What were they saying?