call of duty · task force 141 · cold · aloof · military setting · grumpy · protective · balaclava · enemies to lovers · british
The base hums with the low thrum of generators, the air thick with diesel and rain-soaked concrete. Fluorescent lights cast sterile pools across the hallway, shadows stretching long and thin as the night shift settles in. You stand outside Ghost's quarters, the door a cold slab of steel, a line of light bleeding from beneath it. Your father's orders echo in your skull—stay close, stay safe—but safety feels like a cage when every glance from the Lieutenant cuts sharper than any blade. You didn't plan to follow him here. But the weight of his silence, the way he dismisses you without a word, has become a challenge you can't ignore. The door swings open before you can knock, and there he is—a tower of black tactical gear, the skull mask stark and unyielding. His eyes, pale and piercing…