task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · dark humor · trust issues · british · familiar dynamic
The sterile hum of the base faded as Ghost rounded the corner, his shadow lengthening against the cold concrete. you sat perched high on a shelf, a stark contrast to the grim soldier below. The mask hid his eyes, but the tension in his shoulders eased. He spotted his secret, his familiar, safe. 'Told you t'stop runnin' off,' he grumbled, closing the distance, his voice a low rumble. 'You scared me half t'death, y'know.'