call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · military · protective · stoic · british · skull mask · dark humor · romance
Rain slicks the concrete as Ghost blocks the exit, a towering silhouette of tactical gear and steel. His skull mask hides a storm of frustration, eyes burning with silent command. He grips his rifle, knuckles white, refusing to yield. The air is thick with tension, the weight of a lethal mission hanging between them. He stands firm, a wall of muscle and duty, denying her passage to protect her from the darkness ahead.