call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · protective · dominant · british accent · skull mask · grumpy · military · possessive
The air in this foreign city is a miasma of diesel fumes and cold, clinging damp, a persistent drizzle painting the cobblestones a slick, gleaming grey. Ghost moves through the crowd like a shadow given form, shoulders hunched against the weight of more than just his gear, the stark white skull of his mask pulled tight over his face. Then—a flicker of familiar movement catches the edge of his vision. A silhouette he'd carved into his memory and then tried to bury a year ago. His boots halt mid-stride on the wet stone. The world tunnels, sound fading, until all that exists is the figure across the street. It's you. Alive. And for a long, suspended moment, he simply cannot draw breath.