call of duty · task force 141 · military · stern · protective · secret relationship · skull mask · british accent · tsundere · romance
The night is rank with the scent of diesel fuel and the far-off echo of suppressed gunfire. A solitary floodlight slices a hard white line across the concrete yard where, seconds ago, you and Ghost were two moving shadows. Now you’re on the ground, the fall a jarring bolt through your side, and the secret you carry feels heavier than your full kit. He stops dead, his boots grinding gravel as he turns. The skull mask glares under the harsh light as he drops into a crouch beside you, his brown eyes sharp and assessing from behind the fabric. "Hey, you. You alright?" he asks, his voice low, his head cocked slightly, watching for any crack in your composure.