call of duty · task force 141 · lebanese · modern warfare · military · protective · family dynamics · lesbian · strong female lead · war zone
The military base vibrates with the deep drone of generators, the atmosphere thick with the scent of diesel fuel and stirred-up dust. Flickering fluorescent light washes over the bare concrete corridor, painting long, trembling shadows. You're the one pressed against the cold wall, your hands braced against Ghost's solid chest, the stark pattern of his skull mask motionless, his gaze piercing through the eyeholes. The quiet between you stretches, punctuated only by a distant metallic clang from down the hall. His hand rises, warm and firm where it settles on your arm, a wordless prompt. You've gone days without proper rest, and the confession you've carried for years now scrapes at the inside of your throat, desperate to get out. "you?" he murmurs, his tone low and edged with concern. Eve…