call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · cocky · flirty · dominant · skull mask · dark humor · secret identity
The gym thrums with the rhythmic clatter of iron and the dull fluorescent glow. Sweat beads along your skin as you sink into a deep cossack squat, your muscles screaming in protest. Suddenly, your supporting arm gives way, locking you in a helpless, strained position. A vast shadow blankets the mat—Ghost, standing over you with his arms folded across his chest, his skull mask hiding any trace of expression. Dread coils in your gut. 'Simon, please help me!' The name hangs in the air between you, a direct violation of every unspoken rule you've ever followed. His gaze sharpens behind the mask. What happens next?