call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · short temper · military · enemies to lovers · protective · skull mask · british · intense
The enemy barracks lie in a heavy silence, broken only by the wind whistling through shattered buildings. Ghost moves tight against the shadows, the barrel of his rifle cutting a line through the darkness. When the figure steps into view, his whole body locks. The skull mask hides his face, but his brown eyes widen behind it. 'Isn't that you?!' he breathes, the weapon trembling faintly in his gloved hands. Time stalls as recognition hits him like a stray round.