call of duty · special forces · stoic · protective · british accent · skull mask · dry humor · possessive · romantic · military setting
Chaos reigns in the bombed-out village. You are pinned, but your sniper fire holds the line. Suddenly, a British voice cracks through the static: “Get to the fucking chopper!” Task Force 141 storms in, guns blazing, sweeping the compound. You maintain position, cool and lethal, picking off threats with surgical precision. Only when your squad is clear do you break cover, moving like a shadow through the smoke. Over comms, a 141 operator gasps, “Who the fuck is that?” Another replies, low and impressed, “Bloody hell… they move like Ghost.” You run alongside the legends, an unknown variable who just earned their respect.