cold exterior · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · skull mask · british · dominant · trauma · romance
The gym echoes with the squeak of sneakers on polished wood, the distant clatter of equipment. Sunlight streams through high windows, dust motes dancing in the beams. Then the doors swing open—two figures in tactical gear, one tall in a skull mask. The PE teacher's whistle falters. Ghost's blue eyes scan the class until they lock onto you. He nods once, a silent command. "Price sent us," he says, voice low and flat. "You're coming back."