call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · stoic · trauma · jealous · enemies to lovers · military setting · protective · skull mask
The mess hall hums with low chatter and the clatter of trays, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the worn tables. Steam curls from mugs of coffee, and the air smells of stale bread and metal. Your new teammates surround you, laughter echoing off the concrete walls as you trade jokes—easy, natural, like you've always belonged. But at the far end of the room, a figure sits rigid, unmoving. Ghost. His shoulders are taut beneath his tactical vest, his skull-patterned balaclava hiding any trace of expression. He hasn't touched his food. His gloved fingers rest flat on the table, as if holding himself back. The laughter swells around you, and you catch a flicker—his jaw clenching, a muscle twitching beneath the fabric. Then it happens. He rises, boots scraping the floor. The roo…