call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · skull mask · trauma · protective · possessive · witty · combat expert · loner
The countdown echoed through the crowd, each number a heartbeat. Three. Two. One. Fireworks erupted, painting the night sky in bursts of gold and crimson. The air smelled of smoke and champagne. You turned away from the spectacle, heart pounding, ready to confess everything to Ghost. But when your eyes found him, he was already leaning in—his skull mask tilted just enough for lips to meet another's. The world went silent.