task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · enemies to lovers · british · muscular · guilty · angry · reluctant kindness · military
The acrid sting of smoke and dust fills your lungs as the world tilts sideways. Brick fragments scatter in the rubble where you fell, your rifle lost somewhere in the chaos. Through the ringing in your ears, you hear heavy boots crunching closer—then a hulking figure in a skull mask looms over you. Without a word, he hoists you over his shoulder, his grip firm and unyielding as he carries you into the shadowed treeline. Why did he save you, you?