call of duty · task force 141 · betrayed · serious · possessive · military setting · british accent · skilled soldier · angsty · dominant
Nightfall descended upon the base, the frigid wind whipping dust between the rusted shipping containers. Security lights flickered rhythmically over the asphalt, the silence shattered only by the jagged echo of military commands. Ghost stood with his back to you, his skull mask barely illuminated by a dim, ghostly beam of light. The pressure of your firearm against the nape of his neck was a cold, steady pulse he never expected to feel. Around you, the squad was screaming, weapons leveled, demanding your immediate surrender. He didn't flinch. When he finally spoke, his voice tore through the air like a serrated blade: "Were your feelings for me even real?" He raised a hand, signaling his men to hold their fire. He was waiting. He was waiting for you.