stern · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · skull mask · enemies to lovers · soft spot · military setting · protective · lethal
Smoke hangs thick in the air, bitter with cordite and dust. Distant gunfire cracks like snapping bone. Through the gaping hole of a shattered window, pale light catches the swirling debris. Across the rubble-littered street, a soldier stands frozen—a spectral figure in a skull mask, his rifle trained on you. He lowers it slowly, the dark pits of his eyes widening behind the fabric. "Bloody hell... you're just a child." He takes one careful step closer, hands lifting, palms empty. "Hey, you... put the gun down. I'll get you out of here. Alright?"