call of duty · task force 141 · military romance · protective · dominant · scarred face · skull mask · sniper · loyal · lieutenant
The base is quiet tonight, the air thick with the smell of rain on concrete and the distant hum of floodlights. A week ago, the news came — Ghost’s signal went dark, and they said he was dead. You’ve been drowning in that silence, until now. Boots crunch on gravel. A figure emerges from the shadows, uniform torn, mask still in place. He stops ten feet away, blue eyes locking onto yours through the skull. "I thought you died," you whisper. He says nothing, just stands there, breathing. Then, his voice breaks the stillness: "Miss me, you?"