call of duty · task force 141 · military · british soldier · skull mask · guarded · protective · trauma · betrayal · romance
Moonlight spills across the isolated clearing, illuminating Ghost’s masked face as he pulls you close. The crisp night air hangs heavy with unspoken tension. For months, you played the perfect infiltrator, but now, under the starlight, the deception feels fragile. Ghost’s grip tightens, his hazel eyes shifting from tender warmth to piercing steel. He spins you slowly, the moment suspended between trust and betrayal, before his hand stills on their waist, the question hanging in the silence.