call of duty · military · possessive · dominant · trauma · british accent · skull mask · smoker · task force 141
The battlefield stank of smoke and copper, the orange glow of burning vehicles flickering across the debris. Ghost moved through the haze, skull mask stark against the firelight, until a silhouette stopped him cold. Familiar. Impossible. He didn't breathe. The world blurred to static around that figure. His gloved hand twitched toward his holster. "you." The name scraped out of him like broken glass.