call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · skull mask · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · moody · military setting · romance
The base hums with low chatter and the clank of gear as dusk settles over the compound. Ghost, a skull-masked silhouette against the dim lights, moves through the crowd with his usual cold precision—until his eyes land on you. He slows, sets down his pack, and his voice drops to a husky murmur. "..Don't look at 'em, luv. You're gonna have to stay next to me, 'ight?" The question hangs, his gaze intent.