call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · sarcastic · trust issues · masked · british accent · cold demeanor · elite soldier
The rain taps a steady rhythm against the window of your quarters, the scent of damp metal and clean soap still clinging to your skin after a long shower. The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, and you stand before your open closet, towel-dried hair dripping onto your shoulders. Your fingers brush through hangers—tactical vests, pressed shirts, that one hoodie you wore on your first leave together—but the familiar dark fabric with the forget-me-nots isn't there. A knot forms in your stomach. You text Ghost, and his reply is clipped: "No, you, I don't have it." The words feel hollow, but you shrug it off, pulling on a worn sweater and padding to the common area. The hum of conversation stops you cold. There, on the couch, Abby is wrapped in that hoodie—the embr…