call of duty · task force 141 · military · bad driver · dominant · possessive · tsundere · skull mask · bisexual · trauma
The rotor blades scream as the helicopter lurches sideways, black smoke billowing from the engine and streaking across the desert sky. Inside, the cabin rattles violently, loose gear sliding across the metal floor. Price clings to Soap's arm, his body half-hanging out the open bay. You grip your seatbelt with white-knuckled hands, heart pounding against your ribs. Ghost wrestles the controls, his skull mask turned toward you, amber eyes narrowing. "Fuck off!" he snarls through the headset, one hand locked on the stick. You've never seen him this desperate.