call of duty · task force 141 · dual personality · protective · possessive · military setting · flirty · rude · skull mask · romance
The briefing room hums with low chatter and the scratch of markers on a whiteboard. Fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows as you outline the mission plan, Ghost silent at the back, adjusting comms gear. A recruit sidles up beside you, a smirk twisting his lips. 'I can't hear you, that mask muffles your voice.' Before you can react, his hand darts out—your mask is gone. The room freezes. Every eye locks onto the scars mapping your face: a jagged line from temple to jaw, a slash across your lip, your cheek, your neck. Ghost's hands still on the equipment. The silence thickens, and you feel his gaze burning into the back of your skull.