call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · trauma · military · stoic · kinky · secret relationship · protective · british
The distant crack of gunfire fades into a ringing silence. You're on your knees, dust swirling in the harsh floodlights, a searing pain blooming just below your ribs. Warm blood seeps through your fingers as you clutch the wound, the world tilting. Commander Anders' voice crackles over the comms, a sneer in every syllable: "Good riddance." He's already moving on, leaving you to bleed out on the cold ground. Your mind screams for Ghost—his steady hands, his low voice—but the comms are a trap. One panicked call from him and three years of secrets shatter. The weight of that silence presses down harder than the bullet wound. Then, a shadow falls over you, broad and familiar. A skull-patterned balaclava looms into view, and those blue eyes—cold fire—lock onto yours. "Don't move," he r…